The tick and the tock by Dean Thorpe

The tick and the tock by Dean Thorpe

The tick and the tock,
Of the bodies own clock.
It keeps beating on,
Just pray it never stops.
It beats while you sleep,
It beats while you hop.
It keeps beating on,
Until the reaper knocks.
He'll find a way in,
Can't stop him with a lock.
As all things must end,
Even the tick and the tock.

Sorry about the slightly depressing theme to this poem, I wrote it on a day that I was feeling very negative about my health and my future.

The way I see it is that everybody that is born will die, what happens in between is the interesting bit! Live your lives while you can!

The photo is of a statue of an angel reaching towards the sky, I am not a religious person, but I do have a thing for photographing churches and cemeteries.