[Buckterrier]

Originally Posted by vash

i dont get it. my mom has a grandfather clock she wanted to give me..

huh..no thanks. i never liked messing with it as a kid. for the early parts of my youth, she would shoo me away from it like it was krytonite..as i grew up, she had to yell at me to keep the weights up..

i'm not a fan.

WINDING THE CLOCK

When I was a little lad, my old grandfather said,
That none should wind the clock but he, and so at the time for bed
He'd fumble for the curious key kept high upon the shelf
And set aside that little task entirely for himself.

In time grandfather passed away and so that duty fell
Upon my father who preformed the weekly custom well;
He held that clocks were not to be by careless persons wound
And he alone should turn the key or move the handle around.

I envied him that little task and wished I might be
The one to be entrusted with the turning of the key.
But year by year the clock was his exclusive bit of care
Until the day the angels came and smoothed his silver hair.

Today the task is mine to do, like those who've gone before,
I am a jealous guardian of that round and glassy door.
And until at my chamber door God's messenger shall knock
To me alone be reserved the right to wind the clock.