Tag: scared

Empty Coat Pockets

 

An old grandfather clock

The pendulum sways

The hands tick and click

Stealing the days away

 

Too few minutes

In a day

 

Too few days

In a week

 

Too few weeks

In a month

 

Too few months

In a year

 

Too few years

In a decade

 

Too few decades

In a century

 

So little time

To do all and everything

Staring at the clock

But you can’t capture the hands

In that coat pocket

 

Too long

Too short

Too fast

Too slow

 

How long has it been?

Where did the times go?

Has it really been that long?

I remember it like it was yesterday.

The timing feels so wrong.

 

Graying and sagging by the second

Death’s deadline closes in

Quietly

 

At your bedside

Realizing the minutes and days

Have slipped away

 

All the memories you never made

All of the times you didn’t stay

All of the words you never prayed

 

And you couldn’t take the clock’s hands

In your coat pockets

Hold them close and dear

 

So instead

In your bed

You lay in fear

As the grandfather clock’s chime

Rings near

To claim your final breath.