The Ticking Clock On My Wall

I am reminded daily By the ever present voice The ticking clock on my wall Of life’s fragile comforts Under the thin veil of time Superficially coated By the beautiful sunrise With a little sunlight To suppress our fear Endearing us To relax To forget The terror that is coming For some it is the slow death of cancer Others it is the sudden death in a car accident While some will face off with dreaded disease like AIDS The rest might live up to a hundred years Sulking under the heavy burden of poverty endured Life’s comfort zone Warms us Providing refuge For our fragile bodies Trapping us in a glasshouse of happiness Dressing us with a thin layer of security Filling us with a shallow mood of ecstasy Lest we remember The horror of death