Ticking Indifference

Through the silence of the years Time tiptoes in each small story Another morning wakes with gentle glory Too quickly, pass the years, ...it is clear Around me and everywhere I look Time slips and slides, so close upon the slopes With mists upon the distant hills....our hopes Are dwindled down to one small book Ticking loudly, as down the ridge I climb Echoes of the time, casting shadows grey Narrowed down to waning days A world of clocks, unwinding time Uncaring clocks, to hear the sound, can be quite hard Each minute, one by one, ticks-ticks-ticks my life away The face of time, indifferent, without care, never strikes a last ballet But, simply carries on, and will tick on, with no regard