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
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