It has been with me all my life.
Hanging on the walls of only two houses.
Bought by my Grandfather in the year of my birth
And brought into the family home,
The one where I was raised.
A home of care and love,
Of fun, happiness, learning,
And of course music.
The clock looking down upon me,
Consistent throughout my life.
My grandfather passed to another world
But the clock stayed where it was,
In the house that was now my parents.
The clock saw me grow into a young man,
Into a married man and away from the home,
To a home of my own.
My father moved onto that symphony in the sky
But the clock stayed with my mother.
It hung on that same wall for fifty two years
Until the time when my mother passed on.
The clock then came to me,
And has now hung on the wall in my house
For twenty four glorious years;
Still looking down on me
As my lover and I enjoy our life together.
The clock has never failed, never needed repair.
My Grandfather’s clock,
The clock I have known since my birth,
Counting my time in this world,
Until I leave for another place.