In the darkness of the night

She cried

Alone and without shame.

She longed for his loving touch

Or the gentle whisper of her name.

Time

Had taken its toll

And left her alone this way

With eyes

That grew dimmer by the day

With skin

That had lost its supple look

With limbs

That trembled and shook.

The years

Oh, how they had passed

Many with joy and laughter.

Recalling, but knowing it doesn’t last.

Now nothing but sorrows remain

And thoughts of the hereafter

Are hers to claim

At least over there

She will have no disdain

For this thing called time

Oh....

Curse this thing called

Time

For hers is now spent.

Tick-tock

Goes the clock

And tomorrow is the

Hereafter.

J. Allen Wilson 2003