The most deadening sound in my life,
the steady tick-tock of Grandpas clock.
Even the great anticipation,
the excited, elevated heart beat,
the optimistic waiting for that Moment When…
is tempered by the knowing that after
that Moment of joyful “At Last”
is the next tick, the next tock,
of the second hands sojourn around the clock.

Things can be done to flee the gloom.
But there is nothing to do
to escape the doom.

A terrible thought to wake with in the morning:
the inexorable circling of Grandpas clock.