Grandfather ClockA Poem by Sarah Marie
A little girl once asked why Grandfather never smiled.
"Because, dear," her mother said. "Grandfather cannot- He works all day and is never thanked; He is told not to speak but once every hour, And then his voice is drowned out by bells- Bells and chimes, and they make him ticked. He only knows how to stretch, one arm reaching high While the traces quickly over his face. His hands are not as strong as his build, And he always feels ill because of the pendulum Making his stomach turn. Yet day and night, he stands up straight, Without a complaint as he sends you to bed." © 2012 Sarah Marie |
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Added on June 20, 2012 Last Updated on June 20, 2012 AuthorSarah Mariemy own world...come visit me!, SCAboutAspiring starving artist: Bachelor's degree in English, minor in professional writing, concentration in writing, unofficial concentration in British literature...2017 more..Writing
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