The Timeless Relic Poem

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n the corner of the room it stands,
An old grandfather clock with weathered hands.
Its wooden frame shows signs of age,
A relic from a bygone stage.
Its pendulum swings with a gentle sway,
Marking the moments that slip away.
But its chimes are muted, its gears worn thin,
The passage of time has taken its toll, within.
Once a prized possession, a cherished treasure,
Now it stands broken, but still with measure.
Its face tells tales of days long past,
Of memories cherished, they still will last.
The intricate carvings, the ornate design,
A testament to craftsmanship divine.
Though time has taken its toll, it's true,
The old clock's beauty still shines through.
A reminder of days that used to be,
A symbol of time's relentless decree.
"The Timeless Relic" with stories to tell,
A broken clock, yet it casts its spell.
For in its cracks and faded face,
Lies history's mark, a silent grace.
A reminder of life's fleeting tick-tock,
The old, broken down grandfather clock.