Clocks

Most of the clocks I had never run out
For that I thank my God and also want to shout.

Some did get distorted as I forgot to reset the time
But the seconds, minutes and hours, were solely mine.

I am surprised now when I look back
Most of my time was good and I never did lack.

My first clock as a young child who couldn't tell time
But I knew; I knew, that it was to be all mine.

The second clock as a teenager totally confused
But my Mother always loved me and never thought I would lose.

The third clock as a young person with an ego always bruised
Falling in and out of love, I think of the word diffused.

Then the young adult struggling to make a career
Searching and looking for some else for my time to share.

Then to be married with family and earthly toil
Temptations to overcome so the children will not spoil.

The next to last earthly clock of retirement and life so grand
Children out of children to give their love and not demand.

Finally the last clock that may have a tendency to deceive
The promise of another beginning to be productive and not to grieve.

There is one clock left which will be given at my request
'Please my God; another life like the last; one of the best."

A.H.O

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