Mortality

When confronted with thoughts of my ending...

I feel my heart

inside my chest...

sometimes at night

when it's time to rest.

 

It is then I consider

how long it has beat...

and all the unhealthy food

that I eat.

 

Near fourty years

it has beat every day.

Thru sweat and tears

and work and play.

 

It scares me sometimes...

how long will it last?

Is it old?  Is it tired?

Is it's rythm too fast?

 

At these times of worry

I consider my watch

and the innermost workings

of this little clock.

 

This watch was my father's.

He gave it to me

once for my birthday

when I turned three.

 

I have kept it for years now...

and with minimal care

it has kept perfect time.

It has always been there.

 

At times it runs slow.

At times it runs fast.

But this little timepeice

was sure built to last.

 

It is then I compare

my watch with my heart.

Each are constructed

with miniscule parts...

 

If man with his limited knowledge

has made

a masterful timepeice

that won't seem to fade...

 

Then I know that my God

who has crafted me

with infinate knowledge

to exacting degree...

 

Then I feel

that nothing is wrong

My heart is good!

My heart is strong!

 

This blessed analogy

makes me feel well!

Peace has returned!

Good feelings avail!

 

I'll drift off to sleep now

in comfort sublime...

a loving last glance

at my watch and the time...

 

The worrysom edges

of life have been cropped...

...

...

Well I will be damned.

My watch

has stopped.

Reviews

[Numb]

I liked the ending, a sort of dry humor to me. ^^
It was an interesting concept to write, something I wouldn't have thought up on my own. I loved the comparison to the watch, very nice.
What surprises me the most is that no one else has commented on this yet. So, huh, I feel a little bit special. Excellent writing.

~N~

[Legion]

I do this too. :) A few typos here and there, but I like it and sympathize with it.

[Passingdaze]

I like this a lot. Very good poem man...