Like Clockwork

Make me an offer and

I might leave this life for another.

It might be a smaller life

but the bills wouldn’t

pile up so fast and

the time wouldn’t be

snapping at my heels.

Every moment I’m on

the edge between a

beautiful future and

fears of past regrets.

The clock ticks like

a nagging question

and I haven’t the courage

to do anything but carry on.

Or is there courage in

acting without promise

of reward or finish line

other than the grave?

I have no answer so

I just keep on.