My Grandfather Clock Written by me and my friend Miss Thompson
Pendulum forever swinging,
your bell's sweet sound forever ringing.
Counting down the seconds of life,
without a worry, without a strife.
Eternal echoes of tick and tock,
my hundred year old grandfather clock.
Wooden carvings down your side,
like a wedding cake,a groom, a bride.
The numbers on your face are torn,
yet still your spirit's never torn.
Eternal echoes of tick and tock,
my hundred year old grandfather clock.
Swinging to and fro, minutes go by,
the numbers repeat and time will fly.
Digital clocks light up in the fog,
but I prefer my old analog.
Eternal echoes of tick and tock,
my hundred year old grandfather clock.
It never lies when telling time,
it's silent but for ticking rhyme.
The cogs will turn within their cage,
throughout the years they never age.
Eternal echoes of tick and tock,
my hundred year old grandfather clock.
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