Grandfather

A blind grandfather clock
It ticks
It turns
It’s not conscious of what it’s doing
Sort of like a human
We do things
Turning back and forth
Back and forth
Just goin with the flow
We don’t care
Like a grandfather clock
It just sits there

You hear it once in a while
But then it fades back to ticking
It waves it’s hands
Trying to get one’s attention
Maybe someone will notice it
That poor old thing

On the outside
It is wooden
Hard in its beliefs
On the inside
It is changing
Ever changing

Ever ticking
Ever tocking
Ticking
Tocking
But when will the grandfather
Be stopping?

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