Wednesday, 22 November 2017

My Grandmother's Clock...





My grandmother had

A very old clock

It would rest on a shelf

By her little piddle pot

And night and day

Ticked and tocked that clock

Until the hour came

When her own ticker stopped

And from the very moment

That she passed away

The old clock never

Ticked nor tocked again.



Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

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