Time Poem by George Bernard Hough

The clock it ticks I hear its works.
The seconds pass the finger jerks.
Sixty seconds go so fast!
A minute doesn`t seem to last,
sixty gone an hour has passed!

A day was once a long long time,
when young, until I reached my prime.
Then suddenly the weeks sped by,
the months and years just seemed to fly,
passed in the blinking of an eye.

I hope on earth I`ve left my mark,
no great big flame, a tiny spark.
I did the best that I could do,
fulfilled my role as children grew,
guiding them till they said adieu!


And now the tale begins again,
their clock ticks as mine did then.
The time for me has run its course,
my time has come, and my life force,
returns in spirit to its`mystic source.