My Grandfather's Clock

Carl J Johnson By Carl J Johnson, 30th May 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL
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This page is a poem about my grandfather's clock. I inherited from my father as he passed away.

I Remember My Old Chum

It stands there in the corner of my study,
grandfather's old clock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
I recieved it when my father left.

Sometimes, I have to beat the clock and then
I find myself against the clock but so,
I turn the oldie just right back again.

One morning, the old chum was much to slow,
I thought it best to make a wake-up call,
but you know what? I almost struck it in the face.

I had to shake the hands to make us friends again
and suddenly my good old friend put up his face, so
I just had to race against the time again.

But finally the pendulum reminded me of this:
No matter what, the clock is a mechanical device,
an instrument for measuring and showing time.

So now it stands there in the corner of my study,
tick-tock, tick-tock, measuring my time, but luckily
not telling me when the time is up.


Clock, Face, Grandfathers, Hand, Tick, Tock

Meet the author

author avatar Carl J Johnson
Born in Turku, Finland. Now living Sweden. A criminal defence lawyer for almost 40 years. Now retired. Fond of writing and reading. Spears. Swedish, Finnish, German and English.

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