Life resembles the hands of a clock
Two move slowly and one fast with every tick tock

When I am young the hour hand moves so slowly
Thinking I'm so perfect and Holy

Middle age arrives the minute hand is moving faster now
I think I know and can explain everything somehow

My Golden Years have arrived I am speeding toward the finish line 
Please, God, slow me down, more time I need, that the Crown will be mine

June 3, 2023
MarkWaldrop