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.