Grandmother's Clock

Just you and me, old chum, are left;
And only one of us bereft
At consequence of passing time.
For you 'tis merely endless rhyme.

If tick does rhyme with tick,
And tock with tock.

When first we hung you on the wall
Above the hearth, secure from fall
And each week careful wound your spring
That faithful time to us might bring;

How could we know that we
Would now be me.

And surely as your hands go round
I too will be laid underground;
As mortal springs cannot be wound
Refreshing life with each turn found.

But reassuring is
That you'll tick on.

Good company for me you make
As little, from me, do you take.
And as you sound upon the wall
I know I'm not alone at all.

As tick does follow tock
And tock does tick.