The Grand Father clock tells the time of existence
Hands tick to the beat of our heart
Facing outward
Inside pendulum swings
tuned
to
the
rhythm
of the sing
Each moment now
On to the
next
Age chimes character
Beauty in antiquity
Admired by many
Fading... gracefully
Unto it's absolute  

Still striking as clock
stopped.  
Time goes on..

Just not to the same
universal
beat