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Their Clocks

their clocks tick away I see time is running out countdown to the grave time leads me to be alone waiting for my clock to stop

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Zzzzz Zzzzz

Date: 10/24/2011 1:05:00 PM

As we get older we begin to think about our own mortality. All my uncles and aunts (and my parents) are now dead. Now it is the turn of my cousins (two died last year) and, at some time or other, me! But that is the natural order of things. We should enjoy the moment, while we can. A thought-provoking write. Regards, Robert.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/5/2011 4:16:00 PM

HI, Jack, sorry I can 't see more. My time has become so busy I have been unable to come here very often. I remember this poem about time!! time time time, it's killing ME.

Judy Ball

Date: 10/3/2011 4:41:00 PM

How true my friend. Had the feeling you visited an old folks home. Then realized you werent that far off yourself. Great write. God Bless, JB

Sara Kendrick

Date: 10/2/2011 2:25:00 PM

Enjoyed reading your work..Yes, the older one gets the more that one is aware of the countdown..I am glad that I chose this one to read today..Sara

Gwendolen Song

Date: 10/2/2011 1:10:00 PM

Jack, As a Christian,,,u have 2 time clocks....earthly and eternity.....never fear, God's time is near.... :) We should look forward to what He has planned for each of us. Gwendolen

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 10/1/2011 9:25:00 PM

I think in the next life that there won't be that dimension of time. Hard to imagine because here it rules our lives. I found your verse thoughtful and provocative Jack

Wilma Neels

Date: 10/1/2011 1:50:00 PM

And still it continues Jack, quite an intense Tanka.. enjoy what is left of your weekend ;) lfde Wilma

Audrey Haick

Date: 9/30/2011 5:19:00 PM

I can relate..but, 'Peace be still', dear Jack. Let it march on. We can look forward to a new begining somewhere beyond where time has no hold. Have a great weekend! Love, Annalise

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 9/30/2011 3:46:00 PM

Guess you know this poem has special meaning for me, Jack. Look at the clock or the calendar and just try to make the most of whatever time we have. Beautifully expressed thoughts! Love, Carolyn

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 9/30/2011 12:19:00 PM

I enjoyed reading your excellent poetry today Jack. I wish you a most enjoyable weekend with lots of sunshine and happy thoughts. Love, Carol

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/30/2011 12:21:00 AM

ohhh, that awful time clock. I just hate it!! haha. wouldn't it be nice to "beat the clock?"

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 9/29/2011 7:17:00 PM

wow an intense piece Jack .. think we are all wondering about our clock ticking away..there is a website about how to determine your death and it is pretty accurate..if u really want to know luv..

John Smith

Date: 9/29/2011 5:02:00 PM

You're not alone, Jack. We're here reading your poems. And, besides, Einstein showed us time bends and stretches every which way. But the poem's great.

Russell Sivey

Date: 9/29/2011 4:52:00 PM

This is a well written poem Jack...about a very sad subject! The outcome is quite sombre and fearful! You were very effective in conveying your message across! Great job!!