No spoken word, your kiss unkind
have you fashioned my grave
Nought said of the span you gave
or when you feel inclined.
Thoughts of passing fill my mind
will I taste dew this morn
Lamenting tones of a hunting horn
are you far behind.
In unperceived ways my end of time
I am unable to tell
Three score and ten my time to dwell
Or mountains still to climb.
Will a bell toll, or a clock chime
is it time to kill
I know father time has a quota to fill
it's only a matter of time.
Unrevealed destiny, has time a plan
my mind sings a psalm
Who gives warning, set off my alarm
only time, nothing else can.
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