My Grandfather’s Clock


My Grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Yet it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn on the day that he was born
It was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died


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