January 21, 2010
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My Grandfather Clock
The grandfather clock chimes once more
Nighttime slumber seems to wake
As one more hour walks out the door
Leaving stillness once moreClock why do you care
Counting the nighttime hours
Then screaming loudly as if to declare
That more hour has been devouredGolden glow from midnight oil
Shines upon your empty face
Casting shadows that move
As each hour is retracedInterweaving seconds and minutes
Are you the one that has become the thief?
Counting away a lifetime of years
Waking my soul to torment and griefTomorrow is a new day
Pity I will take upon your heart wood soul
Winding your life upon the hanging brass chain
Leaving the years to count in your control © 2010
Comments (7)
My grandfathers clock was too tall for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller, by far, then the old man himself
But it weighed not a pennyweight more.
Thank you for reminding me of this, and my grandfather.
Z
@DriftingDeadly - Wow I had forgot about that version as well. Thanks for reminding me as well. Thanks for stopping by for a visit.
I really like the second stanza. Great images in there.
@eve1684 - Thank you for your comment. I struggle with my writing and appreciate any suggestions as I am trying to improve. Thanks for stopping by.
@stevieheart - Ahh, I’m not good at giving writing advice (although I try to). That is because most of my writing is kind of automatic and not structured or well-thought-out beforehand.
I like this a lot Stevie. Judi
@jassmine - Thank you very much Judi.