The Grandfather Clock Repaired

Once again, "tick tock"
Beats the stairway clock,
As night plays tag with day,
While the hours chime
Like a lilting rhyme
And lightly run away.

It's the strangest thing
How the minutes wing,
Now that the works are prime;
But the worst of shocks,
Is the best of clocks
Just simply can't keep time.

by Muriel Alexander

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