Our Biological Clock

Our biological clock on us ticks time away
We grow a bit older every night and day
Whoever said time flies did not have it wrong
And in time a hundred years is not that long
An octogenarian is old as most would agree
Yet not many do live for a century
It is a fact of life and facts never lie
That like all other life forms us Humans must die
For every life form there is a final Spring
The little songbird has his last song to sing
And from the grove he lives in long after he has gone
His song in the males of his descendants destined to live on
The ticking of our biological clock we never do hear
But each tick that it gives to it's last tick is near.