My Allotted Time Poem by Frederick Nellist

No spoken word but your kiss unkind
Have you fashioned my grave
You speak nought of the span you gave
Or when you feel inclined.

The thoughts of time compress my mind
Will I taste dew this morn
Or lamentable tones of your hunting horn
Are you far behind.

In unperceived ways and always on time
I am unable to tell
Is three score and ten my time to dwell
Or more mountains to climb.

Will a bell toll or perhaps a clock chime
Is it time to kill
I am aware you have your quota to fill
It's only a matter of time.

Not revealing my destiny part of time plan
My clock ticks a psalm
Who then gives warning, sets off my alarm
Only time, nothing else can.