Loud Is The Tock
The old grandfather clock doesn’t know how to keep time anymore
It’s gear brains and mainspring heart
Are worn down by life.
They tell the clock it’s time to go away
As if it has no feelings
It’s only wood and brass pendulum
With hairline cracks in its glass face.
They don’t know the ancient clock has watched
Times and moments over family generations
And in the doing of it found a soul.