The Inevitable

The hands of time
Are bent backward
They are welded…
Never to go forward.

The time keeper
wanted to stay here.
He wasn’t prepared;
Dying was his fear.

He tried his best
to stop the inevitable.
His foothold slipped,
efforts became unstable.

Life was released
With an open hand.
He took a tumble
With a thud he did land.

On his tombstone
It was stated…
I was not ready,
My death is prematurely dated.

7/24/07

by Theresa Ann Moore

Comments (1)

Oh.....I like your bit of wit here on the subject we would all love to stop or maybe even turn back a wee wee...no maybe a great bit: O)