Grand Father Clock - Poem by Kewayne Wadley
The pendulum swings,
Back and forth.
Merely counting each second.
Swaying back and forth.
It's motion, soft like the elephants trunk.
Slowly drawing back to it's loft.
It's worn mahogany finish.
A handsome groom.
Encased in glass.
A guillotine, as each moment passes.
Struck with amnesia.
Back and forth,
The pendulum swings
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