The Final Lock Poem by Barry Middleton

it is morning I'm not sleeping
I am talking to the clock

on the farm the farmer wakens
to the crowing of the cock

will I ever find salvation
before I hear the dreaded knock

all night long I pen my verses
many secrets I unblock

and I am not a bit concerned
for the poems are my rock

to guide my way to paradise
until I turn the final lock

the farmer's day is just beginning
he takes care to tend his flock

and so I say hello to morning
I say good morning to the clock