Poem -
My old Cuckoo clock
The hands of my clock ticks a second at a time, as they strike every quarter the bells will chime..my musical melody of eternity, eternal sounds of a symphony.. a lifetime of lastingness, until forever and a day .. ticking timelessly one’s future away
My old Cuckoo clock shall never stop.. I pull the weights to the very top.. three weights in total each with a different demand, they keep my old clock working on my command.. Oh how I love my clock it’s my faithful old friend, we will remain companions until the very end
Comments
Hi Jill....I just love both cuckoo clocks and grandfather clocks too...They just instill this sense of old fashioned times and a reminder that we are a part of their faithful longevity to remind us we are alive with them. What a sentimental depiction of a classic time piece. Love n Hugs, xo ;)
Thank you luv we love same simple things in life ❤️❤️
Haha yes I’ve had nice relaxing poetic day hunnybun 👍❤️🥰
There is always something we hold very dear that comforts us Jill...this is lovely. For me it's an old glass cabinate I covered with sea shells and holds all the momentous of my children's childhoods..it's a bloody eyesore now but, despite threats, it is always there in the same place with the same tattered things..lol💕
Aww luv it sounds brilliant and sentimental xxx Thanks hunnybun 💕💕💕