The sound of ticking in my ear
is that my life passing by I hear?
If my life were numbers round the face
one through twelve in even space,
would I be on the uphill climb
or sliding past the final chime?
I think my goal when I was born
was simply wake and greet the dawn.
Clocks strike the hour as time goes by
reminding how quickly life does fly.
Youth so wasted on the young
all to soon return from whence we come.
I ponder this and so much more
tick,tick,tick, hands move from 3 to 4.
You can't turn it off or slow it down
it actually seems to speed as it goes round,
a warning this from one who knows
you can't outrun life's ebb and flows,
the best we hope is that when we round eight
our view will be of Heaven's Gate...........
~nea 6/2002
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