A/N: When we were told to write a poem in class today I thought of this old clock that has just been sitting around in our basement for almost nine years. I think that the real meaning of the poem has to do with time and not wanting it to stop when you are young and then when you get older how you wish that it would stop just so that you could cherish the last little bit of time you're here. Please comment and give me feedback on what you think of it.
Waiting and Wishing
Wishing and Waiting
Watching and Listening
Listening and Watching
The Ticking and Chiming
The Chiming and Ticking
Of the old Grandfather clock.
Sitting silently
Silently sitting
Reading and Thinking
Thinking and Reading
While the clock works.
Turning and Placing
Placing and Turning
The pages of the book,
As time goes by
Placing and Turning
Turning and Placing
The pages of the book
When the old clock stops.
Thinking and Reading
Reading and Thinking
Silently sitting
Sitting silently
With the old Grandfather clock
Not Chiming and not Ticking
Not Ticking and not Chiming
Listening and Watching
Watching and Listening
Wishing and Waiting
Waiting and Wishing
For all to go back,
To the beginning
