It’s the rhythmic tick-tock of life. Does the sound of an old clock beating time comfort or concern you?

I have an old Victorian grandfather clock in my hall. It has been in our family for generations; but the distinct sound I remember so well of time passing, is now a reminder…  clock face

Listening to the rhythmic tick-tock,

Remembering another time I listened to the clock

As it marked time passing; but I was too busy

With my childish games and fun; too dizzy

With excitement to know each tick was a second

Gone, each tock adding to the minute. I hadn’t reckoned on

The speed of the clock and just how fast

The second of each tick and tock would last.

The disc round pendulum swinging to and fro,

Moving the seconds and minutes; on they go

With each swing of the pendulum side to side.

Remembering another time, when I once tried to hide

Inside the clock, its tall coffin-like case just the right size

For a child of six, seven or eight to hide from searching eyes

In a game of hide-and-seek. I was too busy to see

I had stopped the pendulum from marking time for me.

But when the game was up, I dutifully swung it back in time

So it played its tick-tock sound. And now it’s mine,

My parents’ time passed, the rhythmic tick-tock

Now marks my time, each second, of the clock.

But I’m too busy to play; my childish games are done,

I watch my own children play each second filled with fun.

Now, my adult life and responsibilities that brings

Each second, passes, pushed each time the pendulum swings.

I wouldn’t now fit in the coffin-like case to play my childish game

But I’d like to stop the pendulum all the same.

clock pendulum 2

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About Sophia Moseley

Freelance Copywriter, Feature Writer and Author. Looking for that illusive job that every working mother craves but surviving, just, on what I can find. My writing and poetry keeps my sane. Watch this space.
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