Tick-Tock

Forgotten book of archaic rhyme,
 Past is gone, but a moment in time.
 Heart, ticking grandfather clock,
 Midnight strokes phonic shock.
 
Wind down antique chime,
 Reminding we've run out of time.
 Could I have done more with my life?
 Or just destined to be mother and wife?
 
Will my demise make a winkle in time?
 Or omitted like outdated rhyme.
 A clock is winding down, slowly halting,
 Prorogue evermore revolting.
 
Time and again sought wisdom's light,
Pardon arduous with hindsight.
 Grandfather chimes enfeebled din,
 Invite Grim’s skeletal grin.
 
Hoard key which sustains clock.
 Standing outside, poised to knock.
 Keep vigil to fading heart-beats,
 Ever so gradually, a ticking retreats.
 
Grandfather clock slowly winds down,
 Sound of silence so damned profound.
 With my demise will sorrow be shown?
 Reticent clock assures we all die alone.