A broken clock
Covered in web
But still proudly
It hung
On the wall.
A little care
A little dusting
I am sure
The grandfather
Will began ticking again.
A broken clock
Covered in web
Hanging proudly
Would have
So many stories to tell.
Stories of love
Stories of times gone by
I am sure
The Grandfather
Would have told.
But alas
It remained
A broken clock
Covered in web
In an abandoned home.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A response to InMon prompt .
profound lines... Old they say is gold!
ReplyDeleteThank you Meena... :)
DeleteOld is gold! I really believe that...but new is silver and which is as precious. :)
A sad little picture, but enjoyable to read - and it makes you think.
ReplyDeleteThank you Stephanie...
DeleteNice poem. Hope the clock gets cleaned up and works again.
ReplyDeleteThank you Tessa. :)
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