The Relentless Ticking Of The Clocks
so continues the relentless ticking of the clocks
repitition formed of sun and moon
of birth and death, of war and peace and end so cruelly clear
of different breed's all dancing to a seemingly self-descriptive tune
from the brightest, happiest and untainted child
to the beaten, worn and lonesome man of many year's
comes a simultaneous beating of heart's, flowing and wild
a common ground to laugh and shed their tear's
time pursues us all, be we man, beast nor blade of grass
we cannot run, hide nor avoid this giver of life, this taker of soul's
who cares not for age, nor sin, nor length of prayer
for each day that dawn's a bell of ending toll's
Ian.M.Hayes
07/07/09
