Time For Us 7 

by Ron Smith, MD

Tick-tock tick-tock, ever moving hands,
Of the old clock, where time never stands. M

Dong dong dong, then a half-hour later,
One single dong, and then hot shower water.

We’re losing me, time said to us, X
Can’t you see? And then its back to dust.

For from this dust, our soul hangs,
Like a shirt, over heartfelt pangs.

Our souls do cleave, O Lord for thee, S
One final breathe, and then us you free!

For us time was made, and n’er other meant to be, L
Its tick-tock call never bade, close your eyes and follow me.


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