Our Biological Clock

Our biological clock on us ticks time away We grow a bit older every night and day Whoever said time flies did not have it wrong And in time a hundred years is not that long An octogenarian is old as most would agree Yet not many do live for a century 'Tis a fact of life and facts never lie That like all other life forms us Humans must die For every life form there is a final Spring The little songbird has his last song to sing And from the grove he lives in long after he has gone His song in the males of his descendants destined to live on The ticking of our biological clock we never do hear But each tick that it gives to it's last tick is near.