The clock is
Ticking in my ear.
Just ticking
And tocking.
But I know it's really saying,
"You gotta do more
Gotta be more."
'Cause time runs out
Then it's gone.
And what have I done with it?
Nothing.
I haven't left my mark
I haven't lived out my dreams.
And what I have done is so unimportant.
What's academics
Or sports
Or competition?
In the course of a lifetime,
What does it matter?
But I hear
The joyful giggles of my sisters.
I see
My friend, alive and well.
I smell
The jewel-bright flowers in my garden.
And I think
I really haven't done too badly at all.