The Clock In The Town Hall Poem by Francis Duggan

The clock in the Town Hall is ticking away
The seconds of our lives every hour of the day
And even for the babe in the pram time it doesn't wait
On the young and the old there is a use by date.

The feeble old fellow to time losing hair
Of his own mortality he is aware
A good innings one might say he did enjoy
Still he'd love one more chance to live as a boy.

Of great feats of bravery we often hear
But the bravest the fear of death even do fear
And the reaper the one who has the final say
The wealthy and poor will make equal one day.

The clock in the Town Hall it keeps ticking on
And with each tick one more second of our lives gone
And the reaper whose praises none does wish to sing
Will one day take care of the emperor and king.