The tired Old Seth Thomas is just tick-tocking away
If she could talk, the stories she would tell at the end of the day

She was born early morn in April 1889
She shore been ticking a very long time

A few times the ticking stopped when a family member died 
I think I saw a tear falling from her face as we all cried

She ticked when little Seth was born
On that frosty Thanksgiving, Morn

She's ticked through many graduations 
Ticking right on through joyous occasions 

She's seen many wars and many parades
The marriage of several pretty young maids

Will she ever stop?  Only Father time will tell.
Only if her tired springs aren't wound so well.

November 2, 2022
Mark Waldrop