The Final Clock

Although we race against the final clock

To beat the man who aims to reap

To leave us all behind to weep

Our efforts, fruitless, seem designed to mock

Though we may strike our fists against the dirt

Or cast our anger to the sky

Our discontent a voiceless cry

They shan’t turn back the time, undo the hurt

The question then presented, sung in vain

Asks all and no one, is it fair?

An end so swift, so hard to bear?

But only silence plays in loss’ refrain

Lost in the muddled dark our train of thought

runs over joy and merriment

To crash, derail, or meet an end

So vicious it would make all hope thus naught

Yet in the stillest corner of the soul

We know our pain you never felt

The choices made you never dealt

That on those pearly beaches you may stroll

And with a peaceful heart you look

At all the clock gave you, and took

And you may smile, knowing you gave

your all