Sunday, December 29, 2024

The Last American Westclox Baby Ben - poem

  

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

 

The Last American Westclox Baby Ben

 

(Maybe)

 

 

It ticked into my heart at the Goodwill store

Two dollars’ worth of Americana

A charmer in a battered metal shell

Hiding behind a tired plastic face

 

The tick, the tock, the talk of Peru, Illinois

The clock that woke America each dawn

For work and study, and to meet the Chicago train

For a century until time ran out

 

It clicks and clanks and ticks and tocks and talks

 

All-day dutiful hands, a jangling bell -

How long will this old clock last?

 

Only time will tell

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