20. Carriage Clock

The gold clock on the hall table,

Was my grandmother’s once?

I’m unsure of why they call it

A carriage-clock


These little gold spheres

Spin around so smoothly,

A horizontal pendulum,

Dancing in perfect rhythm,

In perfect step,

It spins, turns smoothly,

Whirs, so swiftly it spins, and…



How prettily it counts the hour!

This gold clock,

This spinning clock…

The End

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