I have been asked for three poems. I don't claim
to be a good judge of my own poetry. What is good
and what is bad?
WINDING OF THE CLOCK
The older I get the more
I think of tomorrow
The days of youth
Wisdom of age I could borrow
The world was forever
No reality
Now I am much older
Wiser no visions of grandeur
Reality does this old man see
Things I was going to do
Games I must play to win
Those days have gone by
Can only face it with a grin
Five more years maybe ten
The clock is winding down
In the days I have left
Listen to the ticking sound
Off to see the world
Do things I have never done
Morning sunrise read the obituaries
Waiting for the morning sun
On my gravestone thus written
He only tried to do his best
Old and tired now is he
So winding clock let this man
Have his day of rest