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
