By Original Work
Grandfather's clock stands tall and proud,
Its pendulum swings wide,
Each tick and tock marks time's own road,
Where secret hopes reside.
It watched us grow from children small,
To adults with our own,
It marked our triumphs, failures, all,
Through every season's tone.
The clock may have wound down now,
Its brass has turned to green,
But time stands still in memory,
Where love still lingers clean.
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