The Clock

The Clock

There was a clock when I took my first breath

It told my parents the second I began to live

Then throughout my life clocks were there

Following me, watching my every move

They knew when and where I have to be

They allow me to know the things I have done

But they hide my future from me

However, that same clock that watched me born

Will be there when I take my last breath

Once again, the time will be written down

I do know one thing at the moment of my death

Wherever I go there will be a clock

Ticking away to let me know how long I have been gone

As if that really mattered

After all, I can’t be late for anything…can I?