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