The Ticking Clock

Time keeps ticking away.
There's so much to do today.
I have all the usual stuff,
Much of which I do in a huff.
Then comes the daily routine.
I do so much to get it all clean.
I look at the clock.  More time's ticked away.
I begin to become worried about the day.
Questions that were obsolete
Now return to my mind and repeat.
Am I living in the proper way?
Or is this just an image I display?
Am I a friend who is true?
Do I do all that I've promised to do?
Or do I just allow these things to pass,
Like a person who has no class?
As I look in the mirror, I begin to think,
There are many times I wish I'd just shrink.
I feel so guilty.  I've wasted so much time,
Even now as I write this rhyme.
I am then reminded of what others said.
I consider some of the books I've read.
They say everything is for a reason.
They remind me everything has its season.
Just as the flower blooms after the rain,
I, too, can live even after the pain.
So I need not fear the ticking clock any longer,
For inwardly I've become a whole lot stronger.

Copyright © Valerie Swartz | Year Posted 2006

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