Old Father Time

Old Father Time, I seek your wisdom,
How much longer will my sands fall?
My years grow dark as I grow old,
Won't you tell me the secret that you know so well.

Where lies my destiny? What is my future?
What plans shall I take with me today?
Should I carry on living life in the fast lane?
Or should I take out insurance and plan for my wake?

As the clock ticks forward, slow and meticulous,
With the pendulum beat of an old man's heart,
The sway of the tides, forever in motion,
Lap away at the sands that fall through the jar.

So tell me the truth, oh reaper of souls,
Am I so near to the blade of your scythe?
Please use your prophetic powers and tell me,
Where lies my future, Old father Time?