Clock of age.

Hidden is a clock of age
And so we all confide

That only when it comes to stop, willeth be the day we died

For all the moments call each second, a minute towards the hours edge

When time it comes and we must leave, behind or leap that hedge

For on the other side not knowing, does it make your heart beat fast

In the afterlife there just glowing, when you meet with minutes last

For all of us shell come of age, and in the depths of final stage

Turn to god upon that page where heavens weaves it song of sage

And negatively comes to rust, and in that time seek heavens love
As we in turn do come to dust.