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
Time never waits for anyone. Those who leave us leave behind many things to remind and remember them. A nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One of the things that thrills me most about poetry is the ability to bring out the lovely essence of things we usually take for granted. A lovely and insightful poem. Thanks for sharing.