Click, clock, click, clock
Marking time as it marches on
Stately on the wall
Speaks of Grandfather’s hands.
Making, re-making, restoring the time,
Days long past
Memories beat, moving on
Click, clock, click, clock
Marching slow but steady
Never to stop; tomorrow’s song
Becomes today
Their laughter fades and rises again
Sounds of their banter,
Frustration and tears
Turn back to giggles, then silence,
Then love; whispers of grace
All the while the steady march
Click, clock, click, clock
Never to stop; tomorrow’s song
Becomes today
Today I hear it, the sounds of time
For all else is quiet
My memory dances, with hope
For tomorrow
To quiet my soul
The time marches on
Slowly, steady, never to stop;
Click, clock, click, clock
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