This Is

This Is ©

By Michael Casey

This is the dead watch that never stops

This is the time spent but never over

This is the clock ticking down to death

This is the alarm to waken us but is ignored

These are the minutes saved to postpone the grave

These are the years that observe our hair grow white

These are the precious moments stolen but loved so much

This is the time made to make love

These are the children made because we made time to make love

This is the laughter as children run around spending all our money

This is the love gained from the children as they love you

This is the ticking clock which is our life

This is the clock slowing as our life ebbs and flows

This is the clock stopped for just a moment when your other half dies

This is the lonely ticking echoing and all alone

This is the sound of silence, as you the clock stop

There is no more ticking, just the silence of the grave

Tick Tock Tick Tock Stop

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