Time Falling Into Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Around the clock, second hand racing, paying no attention
to schedules or agendas, leaving us high and dry, nothing
to do except rush around or be late for everything we want
or need.

Time constantly going beyond us, laughing heartily because
it knows that only it can measure time in our world, paying
the price of life we continue to fall short of every timeline
until death sets it's rhythm.

Time then succumbs to it as we become expired, no longer
living, time has now stopped for us and can never recapture
our lives again on this earthly shore, leaving those we love
behind to grieve our deaths while we move on happily.

Horizons being out of it's reach as we cross over the edge
of our world and into heaven's realms alone and unescorted,
finding our lives have ended in a way, but now we have be-
come the spirits of our souls in joy.