Grandfather Clock

Grandfather Clock

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock 

Time.

it’s a strange thing

ticking away, constantly

we thought we could outrun it

and for a while, we did - back when the days were long and slow

in our minds, we were always ahead - the Time, it would never go

but what we didn’t know was that it would sneak up on us 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock 

slyly, stealthily, silently

like a thief, it robbed us of the seconds, the minutes, the hours

Infinite Moments. Gone. Disappeared.      

and with each passing day, year, lifetime

we knew we couldn’t outrun it

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. 

in this race of life, the clock keeps ticking

for Time, it is a thing with wings - too fast it flies by

here we remain, lagging so far behind 

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock. 

and I want to know -

Will we ever catch up?