WHEN THE CLOCK STOPS


   It measures our time, an hourglass in our mind,



   All are not equal, not the same amount of sand.



  A timepiece which shows our days, hour by hour,



   With the sun we plan our existence minute by minute.



   Everything is measured from the creation of time,



  When the clock stops we drift into a consciousness of 
  Another kind.

                                                Keith Garrett