The Old Grandfather Clock

When a clock stops, it isn't wrong. It shows the right time twice each day. Time, broken or not, has no faults.

Swinging, clinging, like a vine

The grandfather clock will show the time

With running gold and pecking arms,

It welcomes the hour with a chiming alarm

Tic, toc, tic, toc,

Each, arm, whispers, on, the, clock,

The seconds pass by like happy years

And as of now, I am all ears

Ding, dong, ding, dong

The old grandfather clock sings its last song

For all the world to hear

Its final chiming breath

The hours stopped, the minutes hesitated

The seconds passed by and separated

The old grandfather clock softly sighed;

Then all of time paused, surrendered, and died

Stuck, burdened, and spoiled with grime

The grandfather clock will show the same time

With frozen gold and broken arms,

It finally whistles its last alarm

Author's Note

If you see any grammar or spelling mistakes, please tell me. Also, if you liked this piece, I'd love to see what you think about it. Thanks!

Reviews

[anonymous]

I really liked your poem! I was able to get a clear picture of a grandfather clock in my head, much like the one my family owned when I was a child. Good job!

[iNSOMniAC]

Thank you. c:

[Aspala]

I love this poem because It gave me an image of what it would look and sound like. And good use of words and the onomatopoeias help the poem

[iNSOMniAC]

Thank you! :D