once more, indeed, i just couldn’t believe
the ticking clock would not stop nor quit
i cursed and raged but there was no reprieve
no pause or rest for one second or minute:
time tumbles fast, unrelenting in its power
in its incessant march all that gets caught
cannot escape the call of his final hour
when all is measured, sieved, tied and bought.
when that time comes, we’d complain all we want
to higher powers rant and shout, all these
much noise we’d make but heaven won’t grant
no cause, withhold no judgment, no sinner appease.
in the end, there will be no bargaining
the ticking clock will never tick again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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