Clock Runs Out

Every day the clock runs out

And I realize I didn’t get it all done.

Every night that alarm sounds

To tell me I left notes unsung.

Every day I watch my minute hand unwind

As I realize I may be letting life pass me by.

Every day I fight against this rhythm

–the tempo, the speed, the charge–

Which still steals moments away.

Someday this hourglass will shatter,

The untold and unspent lies will spill out,

But I pray I find truth at the end of this life.

–Written by Sandy Heights

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