Tick tock…tick tock
tick tock goes the clock
With each stroke of its hand
robbing me of youth and vigor,
scarring the skin, discoloring the hair,
causing me suddenly to wither.
Just when I’m getting my bearings.
in this immense place called life.
Navigating somewhat smoothly and
appreciating the preciousness of a moment.
it defaces me with its every strike
Withering away on the outside
while being renewed within.
is the cruelest blight I believe.
that has been cast upon each and every human
Alas! Alas!...tick tock...tick tock
tick tock....goes the clock
By: JoanMarie Peranteau