Big Ben Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Unto the passage of time
He is making an enthralling chime.
Upon the banks of Thames
He is for centuries a living theme.

For countless generations
He is a lasting approbation.
From the meads of yore
He is all a melodious lore.

For any passing eyes
He presents an imposing stance.
For a searching heart,
He presents a nostalgic delight.

The tick of time is well balanced,
He is mechanically well wound.
He is the BBC’s hourly chime,
A feel no listener can really miss.

Outweighing the seasons
He has lived for one reason.
He has been tenderly cared,
He has been dearly loved.

From the heart of London
He is our Ben unto the stream of life.
Upon the Banks of Thames
He is our Ben living unto centuries and beyond.
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