13 O' Clock

"Tick tock", says the clock Time to get busy. Perhaps luck May favour an honest worker Giving a swift answer to a simple prayer I toil hard, night and day Working at making the proverbial hay Whilst the sun shines still Hoping to put a mattress on my bed of steel It is nowhere in sight The milk and honey I seek My anxiety mounts to a height Matched only by my age at its peak It is here... At last However, it comes too late My prime has passed As I journey towards Heaven's Gate