My grandfather's clock was too big for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor,
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Yet it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn on the day he was born
It was always his treasure and pride,
But it stopped, short, never to go again,
When my grandfather died.
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