Treasure Island

Sharilynn Dawn Reaser

(11/26/1960 / Northridge, Los Angeles, Ca.)

The Grandfathers Clock


It sits in the hall majestically
Ticking away the time
Steadfast and true
This grandfathers clock of mine

Ticking away through the years
Ticking away through the tears
Time passes on
Things change

Children grow up
Parents die
Trials come
We don't know why

Gray hair comes
Beauty fades
My mind oft times with loved ones wades
To friends and it

Ticking away the time majestically
Steadfast and true
That grandfathers clock of mine

Submitted: Thursday, May 15, 2014
Edited: Thursday, May 15, 2014

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  • Akhtar Jawad (5/15/2014 4:52:00 AM)

    Time never waits for anyone. Those who leave us leave behind many things to remind and remember them. A nice poem. (Report) Reply

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