Literature
Grandfather Clock
Tick tock,
goes the clock,
the hand moves round,
too fast to sound,
before I realize,
oh how the time flies!
Brring ring,
The clock begins to sing,
the end is soon approaching,
more steadily than for I am preparing,
as midnight draws near,
I soon begin to hear….
Tick tock,
goes the clock,
my eyes grow weary,
of watching the hands move, so eerie!
my legs cannot further stand it,
I cannot resist being outwit.
Brring ring,
The clock begins to sing,
My patience has been tested,
Though I am feeling quite rested,
The naps further assist the hands,
Moving faster - time to make some plans.
Tick tock,
goes the clock,
My grandchildren watch