The Clock On My Life Poem by Francis Duggan

The clock on my life it ticks on ceaselessly
How much more of time will the reaper grant me?
Since the day I was born sixty one years gone by
On looking back the decades how time it did fly
Sixty one years of life does seem a lengthy span
But I'd like to live on to be quite an old man
To die in my sleep in peace and painlessly
An aged old fellow of one hundred and three
I never did wish to die famous and young
I would rather die old with my praises unsung
The marvellous gift of life than it no gift as great
It is something that we all should celebrate
The best days of my life may well be long gone
But I am determined to keep living on.