The Unknown Hour


He will not give us warning

None but Him will know.

The day He comes to take us home;

I pray we all can go


If a master left his home

giving his servants each a task,

they would not know the hour to start

but each could be their last


until your time was almost out

and you did not have a clue

-soon to come the clocks undone

and times ran out on you.


This poem is about: 
Our world


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741