Wait For The Light Poem by Paul Reed

Now that the sun is low in the sky
And another day has drifted on by
The ticking of the clock will steadily confirm
That this hour has gone and will never return.

For we are set forward in a headlong flight
With no arms to raise or time-weapons to fight
The force that moves clockwise the slender hands
That have greyed the old and quelled the bands.

We must join in the race with the dusk to greet
The departing rays as they slide to complete
The end of the day and the start of the night
And lay our heads down and wait for the light