He sits on the mantelpiece all fat and round <br />striking on the hour to a chiming sound. <br />With roman numerals and an antiquated face <br />ticking all day long at the same natural pace. <br />Striking at midnight to tell you a new day has begun; <br />then again every hour till the day is done. <br />It has a door at the back that's not very wide; <br />where a pendulum swings from side to side. <br />All it's works are packed neatly away, <br />so it can give you the right time of day. <br />It has a glass door that proctects it's face; <br />all packed up in a nice mahogany case. <br />It has a shine on it's woodwork that gleams like glass <br />and four little feet made of solid brass. <br />This conscientious clock will work all week long; <br />Providing it's wound up and doesn't go wrong <br />It has never been mended or had a spare part <br />and we have never had to shake it, to make it start. <br />This old clock, I knew was worth a mention <br />because it's sixty years old and time to draw a pension.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-conscientious-clock/
