Grandfather Clock - Variation On a Triolet

Grandfather Clock (A Variation on a Triolet) When I was young, not four foot tall, My Grandpa’s clock I remember well Stood and chimed, alone in the hall, When I was young, not four foot tall. Taller than I, standing by the wall. Older than he? I could not tell. My Grandpa’s clock - I remember well! When I was young, not four foot tall. My Grandma polishing the fine grained wood, I remember the hands, time’s steady measure. Day and night the clock in the hall-way stood, My Grandma polishing the fine grained wood. Pacing the hours across my passing childhood The pendulum swung in timeless leisure. I remember the hands - time’s steady measure, My Grandma polishing the fine grained wood. ABaAabBA 06/13/2021