There is no warning rattle at the door
for death is sneaky as that mantle clock.
Time cares not for your soul nor will adore
your ruse, excuse nor ruminations shock.
He’s not alarmed if you are sudden ill;
he’ll snub you when and if you rise again.
The punching of his face will render, still,
a careless attitude though you’re in pain!
So live your life, appreciate this Hour.
And, like the early bird, appease old Time.
Momentous rage gives worms an early bower
as haughty love is given to this rhyme.
Be brave and dauntless but respect his hand;
your hourglass is tipping with His sand.