The Saga Of The Speaking Digital Clock Poem by Royston Nella

I had a digital clock that helped me to see
the time by projecting it on the ceiling for me.
One night I woke up at 12.08
and could see the name of Rob my mate.

So the following night I woke at 12.03
And waited, for I wanted 'Rob' to see
And then at 12.04 to my surprise
'Roy' appeared there lit up before my eyes

'My Lord', I said, 'What are you saying? '
'Are You telling me to keep on praying? '
With that in mind I closed my eyes to pray
and when I next opened them it was day

Postscript
Rob died in the early hours of the morning on Wednesday 14th October 2009. About a week later I woke up at 5.05 and looking up on the ceiling I saw SOS:

'It's too late Rob, I'm so sorry', I said,
I cannot help you now that you are dead.
My only hope is that you might have cried
to Jesus to save you before you died.