The Clock - 07.24.09

I sit there and watch the grandfather clock tick for awhile.

Now and again I hear its soft chime and it makes me smile.

The hands go round, time moving me forward and on,

A month has passed by and it's the break of dawn.

The pendulum swings; it never misses a beat,

I wish it could tick on forever, it would be so sweet.

But sadly the weights on the gears come to a halt.

Terrified I stand up, listen to its silence, and think it's my fault.

I have a choice now to make, missing the pendulum's swing,

Two possible options, as I sit missing its ring.

I could find a new clock just right around the bend,

Or I could work my hardest to wind this one up, and set it ticking again.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)