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Monday, February 19, 2007

Grandfather's Clock




My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor.
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn' of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride.

But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short never to go again,
When the old man died.

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy.
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know,
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride.

But it stopped short never to go again,
When the old man died.


It rang an alarm in the dead of the night.
An alarm that for years had never been rung.
And we knew that his spirit was pluming his flight.
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side.

But it stopped. Short, never to go again
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
(Tick, tock, tick, tock x2)
His life seconds numbering,
(Tick, tock, tick, tock x2)

It stopped. Short never to go again,
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short never to go again,
When the old man died.

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