This poem or story is about an antique mantle clock which belonged to my Mother.  It was her favorite household furnishing as it had been passed down from her adoptive parents, whom I considered Grandparents.  The date on the back of this clock is 7/29/22 and I have the clock, although it is no longer running.  On the day my Grandfather died, this clock stopped ticking.  Although repaired many times, the clock  never ran the same. This poem relates what my Mother felt about this particular clock, and is rather humorous.   She compared it to our lives on earth.    James 4:14

"My Grandfather's Clock Stopped Ticking"

by" Raye L. Rice-92'

I'm just an old Grandfather's clock,

Sitting alone on a shelf,

I would like to relate, I've been running, through

the countryside,

And all throughout the States.

I could tell you a story, about the homes

in which I have been;

My hands are getting very feeble,

But I'm alright I guess, for the awful shape I'm in.

My face looks old and my figure is out of shape;

Deep inside me, my ticker is getting weak.

You would even think by looking,

I might have sprung a leak!

For the oil inside my body is rusting out!

The day Grandfather died,

I stopped my ticking.

They left my hands as they were.

Later on they put me on the run!

For my Grandfather was gone,

To his eternal home.

I was helping do my part of the Family,

Wakening the kids for the ride to School,

And oh!  How those seconds would fly!

But some day, I too shall stop running, and die.

I shall leave lots of memories,

and miles and miles of the past,

As I kept running from door to door,

But some day, I shall strike out,

and then, I won't be running anymore.

So remember we are running in a race,

Some day our hearts won't beat anymore,

We shall finish our earthly course,

And rest forever upon that Eternal Shore.

Raye Rice- 1921-1992

                

         

                            

                                        

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