Midnight

The hands are at eleven o’clock

There’s an hour of life to spend,

I haven’t looked since seven o’clock,

Where did it go, my friend?

We all were out there, having a ball

Or doing what had to be done,

And sleeping, mating, loving and hating,

Thinking that life was fun.

 

We had no thought of how far we’d come,

We laughed in the sun and rain,

And cried sometimes, we were overcome

With the thought of another’s pain,

We left some friends on a different track

And our loved ones disappeared,

Lost forever, they won’t be back

And the thought brings us to tears.

 

So what will we do with the days to come

That have dwindled down to a few,

Will we all forget, and despite regret

Keep doing the things we do?

There is just one thing we should mull upon

As we’re drawn to the sky above,

That the maker gives and the maker takes

But the greatest of gifts is love.

 

So now I look in my lover’s eyes

You’ve been faithful, good and true,

I wouldn’t have got to eleven o’clock

If I hadn’t been loving you.

You baked the bread with your loving hands

And I broke the bread for us,

But once that terrible midnight chimes

I’ll leave on a different bus.

 

So let’s be thankful for what we’ve got,

And everything that we’ve had,

The toys, the joys, the girls and the boys

And everything good and bad.

There’s a greater plan in the universe

And it waits, beyond despair,

It’s not the end in that tasselled hearse,

I’ll be waiting for you, there!

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

One of the best poems you have ever written .True to life true to self great rhyme and meter. This is the type of thing that can only come from actually living it. These are some of your best works of late. Unlike most you never seem to pass your prime your works age like the finest wines.

[Afraa]

Sounds like the kind of poem to be recited at the beginning of a movie. Very inspirational words you got here. I love it.

[Valentine]

You must be reflecting backwards like I have been doing of late. Where did all of the young years go. As we age the years pass faster and faster. Yet at times I think like I was a child. This goes into my favorites pile. Thank you David for the request. God bless you and yours. Kathie

[Marie]

I thought this was to be about a ball with everyone taking off their masks at midnight. Then I saw it was an analogy for life at its end. It certainly can't be that quick in coming for you, and you ave at least 998 more poems to write before reacing your second thousand.

[Barbz]

Is your quick a trick? Teach me how to do it. It would take a score to do..what you do in a minute. Once more, a relatable piece of work...in a wink ;-)