Watching The Clock Poem by Douglas McClarty

Time seems to pass so quickly
When you're running out of it
Minutes seem like hours for some
While hours melt like snow for me

So quickly all passes when you're older
Faces I have known, changed in a flash
Babies now, grown men and women
Another reminder of the fast ticking clock

Good news becomes scarce each day
As another name has just passed away
Just a little reminder from Father Time
That no one will ever be, left behind

So the passing minutes, hours and days
Live as if the clocks ticking, has just begun
Time is still weaving a rich tapestry for me
I am still here winding, and watching the clock.