A Matter Of Time Poem by Frederick Nellist

No spoken word, your kiss unkind
have you fashioned my grave
Nought said of the span you gave
or when you feel inclined.

Thoughts of passing fill my mind
will I taste dew this morn
Lamenting tones of a hunting horn
are you far behind.

In unperceived ways my end of time
I am unable to tell
Three score and ten my time to dwell
Or mountains still to climb.

Will a bell toll, or a clock chime
is it time to kill
I know father time has a quota to fill
it's only a matter of time.

Unrevealed destiny, has time a plan
my mind sings a psalm
Who gives warning, set off my alarm
only time, nothing else can.