God! How will it all end?
In the hour glass,
grain by grain,
the sand is falling
unchecked, relentless.
I’m running out of time...

I shut out the clock’s
steady tick and stop
it hands. But, the sun’s
rise and fall cheats
my  deliberate denials.
I’m running out of time…

Seconds, minutes, hours
days, months, years are
measured out  in full.
Any chance of a lapse
or even an extension?
I’m running out of time….

My doctor gave his diagnosis
it was a shock prognosis:
“Six months, maybe eight,
if you watch your weight;
It could be longer.”
I’m running out of Time…

Yes: I’m running out of Time:
But does it have to be a race?
“Time like a rolling stream
Sweeps all this life away.”
So runs the hymn apace.
I’m going. Please God at a tortoise pace.

TOBIAS