My clocks keep ticking
kind of like my beating heart.
Pity the clocks will most likely
outtick my aging heart.
Ironically or maybe not ironically
my clocks have more time
than me and my heart.
They probably could live
hundreds of years and
still be ticking.
While my heart if lucky or unlucky
might make it to ninety and nine
and never beat again in this
dead body, far less reliable than
an uncomplicated ticking clock.
Bob Boyd
