The Ticking Spiral by Stewart StaffordMan – the only creature that knows it dies,Creates structures to measure its demise.To poke and prod with hows and whys;Hours, seconds, melted candles of surprise.From booming birth; to bankrupt death,From nascent looks; to the last breath,The torch is passed to generations yet.To carry forth in a cycle reset.The ticking clock of heartbeats ends,As we say goodbye to family and friends,To return to wherever we first transcend,Time’s ever-flowing river never bends.© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.