On a cold December day
I stop
And suddenly become
Aware of the ticking clock.
The sun
Hides it’s face.
It will rain again today.
I will embrace
Old Father Time in rhyme.
I grow older
And sense his great hand
Waiting to land
On my bowing shoulders.
I must try
Not to waste time.
For the clock
Will, one day, … stop
K Morris - Poet 
Yes, the clock will stop for us all, eventually, Kevin. We must try to make the most of each tick while it’s tocking.
Indeed we must, Vivienne. As I write this, I can hear my mother’s battery driven clock ticking on the kitchen wall, which is rather appropriate I feel.