Curtain Call

The clock is ever ticking
On and on it goes
Never ceasing, never stopping
Until the curtains close

No matter how we plead with him
The Old Man never slows
And for even those that need him most
He gives no brief repose

Throughout our mornings
He plows along
Like a small child in the snow
Yet we see him as the pesky blizzard
Covering up the road.

The afternoon soon arrives
And we are wishing for the morning
Wishing for an intermission
Before we start the mourning

Our evenings now approach us
The grand scene draws ever near
We treasure every second
And gather loved ones near

In the final moments
Of our final scene
Time cruelly slips by ever quicker
Pulling at the curtains’ seams

Silence

The Clock was ever ticking
Always until now
Time’s stricken twelve, our role is up
And we take a final bow
As the curtain closes.

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