My old Grandpappas’s clock

The walnut case so ancient and tall stood
proud as a peacock in my Grandmother’s hall
T’was many a moon since my old Grandpappa passed leaving his loved ones sad and aghast
But tho I never knew him I think he visits us still as I stand by his masterpeice I sense his strange chill
Yet there are no windows or doors by that Grandfather clock so I used to look for a logic of this poppycock

Stood infront of my Grandpappa’s grandeur that has long lost it’s tick one will come over all shivery with a nausea of sick
Now I know that the day that this old man did die his hallway pride and joy ceased telling it’s time with no reason of why
Was it my Grandpappa simply saying his farewells ? as his heart stopped it’s beating by the last chime of the bells ?
I guess one could speculate and say yes this is true when the man of the house died his clock stopped out of the blue

So I find myself only in moments of solitude staring up at the face of the clock where I am stood
Right infront of that huge walnut wooden wonder and I smile as I whisper some words whilst I ponder
“Hello Grandpappa I know you are here and if you could make your clock tick once again I wouldn’t fear”
“Your presence would clarify something I have known all along though everyone I have told say’s I am ridiculous and wrong”

“Well now I know I am certain and not going mad but I won’t utter a word to my Mam or my Dad 
Mind you Grandpappa I believe Grandmama is wise coz I watch her looking at your clock with such love in her eyes
An expression of adoration as if you are still there from where she is sat clicking her knitting needles facing your clock in her chair
And I thank you my old Grandpops for making a sound 
I heard cogs clank from within your carcass when noone was around”