Each one is given at their birth,
A clock that is pre-set...
We get no choice of color,
And live with what we get.
 
The style for all is just the same,
In that we get no choice...
Inside of us it ticks away,
Without a sound or voice.
 
The hours grow, and become weeks,
And those turn into years...
Undaunted by our laughter,
Unharmed when we shed tears.
 
It never needs a battery,
It can't be tossed  away...
Our individual clock of life,
Keeps ticking every day.
 
We cannot see the clock of life,
It's inside out of sight...
But when it stops it's just because,
We've reached our own midnight.
 
(c)  Loree (Mason) O'Neil
 
Midi playing is:  You Win Again
 

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