The Clock

Tick Tock Tick Tock,
There upon the wall
The old clock goes ceaselessly on
Whatever may befall
Tho' oftentimes unheeded
True unerring to its task
In our life's chequered sojourn
It plays a faithful part

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
As my attentive ear
Is struck by the continuous sound
My mind gives way to fear
Of what those moments mean to me
That are passing surely on
And that can never be recalled
Once that they are gone.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
Monotonous, shrill, and clear
So surely 'tis the tide of life
Fast ebbing for us here
Relentlessly we're rushing on
To meet our certain doom
And pass throughthe grim gates of death
That reaches beyond the tomb

And Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
Goes on this faithful friend
That warns us of each Passing hour
So we our ways may mend
If from righteous paths we wander
As we tread the world's highway
Before 'tis too late be e'er prepared
For the Great Accounting Day... ....

Denis J FoleY,