The Clock Still Ticks

I feel my grasp slipping away and
I know now, that it will not hold forever.

No longer clinging to futile notions of immortality,
I embrace the tenuous nature of my existence.
It is time to live like a dog off it's leash.

Shall I write that novel or take that trip?
Or perhaps if I take up brush and easel
I can at last create that masterpiece.

Try to hide from mortality if you will.

But the clock still ticks.

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Oh to live like a dog off it's leash! I want that ! I remember when I was a kid and thought when I grew up I'd be able to do whatever I wanted... All my illusions and delusions have been dashed. Love the poem. I am one with the poem lol.

[icelandicblue]

And I thought I would eat Hostess Cupcakes every morning for breakfast because it was my FAVORITE snack. Mmm I still want them for breakfast- poor me.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Remember when our job was to have fun?

[icelandicblue]

Yes I do and I miss it. I want my old job back!

[Kristina Moulaison]

Oh excellent..."the clock still ticks" hell yes! Nailed it! Stuck the landing...that's all I've got. Good job!

[Damien Davison]

Very powerful piece, it struck me... Makes you think about all the things you need/want to do before the 'end'... "But the clock still ticks".

Great write!

[Doreen]

Why is it we realize this when we're near the end and not when we're at the beginning? Good piece.

[Eve]

article about the painting horse? Paints with the brush in it's teeth...now that's making good use of horse hair!

[Eve]

I vote for stanza two :P and three also, dogs are so messy when they paint on a leash :) heeheee...loved it, it's actually inspiring