GRANDFATHER CLOCK

TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK, HIS MIND SPINS IN CIRCLES LIKE THE HANDS ON THAT OLD WOODEN CLOCK,PASSED DOWN FROM A MAN WHO HAD TIME ON HIS HANDS ,WHO COUNTED EACH SECOND,GATHERED EACH MINUTE AND DEVISED ALL HIS PLANS.THAT OLD WOODEN CLOCK BUILT FROM SPRINGS AND SOME DIALS KEEPING TRACT OF HIS TRIALS .WITH A HALLOW OLD CHIME TO CHRONICLE WHAT LIFE LEFT BEHIND ,SECOND HANDS ,BROKEN PLANS ,VISIONS ETCHED IN HIS MIND.THAT OLD WOODEN CLOCK BUILT FROM A MAN WITH THE CALLUSED OF HANDS , EVERY DETAIL HANDLED WITH HIS SPECIAL CARE MAKES THAT OLD WOODEN CLOCK THE RAREST OF RARE,AN ANTIQUE HUNG ON THE WALL THAT CAPTURES A GAZE OR EVEN A STARE.HOUR TO HOUR AND DAY AFTER DAY HIS BLOOD,SWEAT AND TEARS TURNED QUICKLY TO YEARS.IT KEPT ALL HIS TIME ,WITNESSED HIS FEARS AND COUNTED ALL OF HIS TEARS.IT HAS HELD EACH PRECIOUS MOMENT TO WHICH NOTHING CAN COMPARE ,WHETHER LIFE WAS UNKIND OR TREATED HIM FAIR .NOW IN THE WINTER OF HIS LIFE WITH HIS END DRAWING NEAR ONE FINAL REPAIR ,FOR SOMEDAY THAT OLD WOODEN CLOCK WILL HANG ON THE WALL OF THE SON OF HIS SON AND KEEP BRAND NEW TIME FOR A LIFE JUST BEGUN AND HE WILL LEARN ABOUT THE LOVE AND TRADITIONS INSIDE OF A MAN WHEN HE HANGS UP THAT OLD WOODEN CLOCK BUILT FROM HIS GRANDFATHER'S HANDS..