I’m still waiting
It’s seems sometimes the hours go
Slipping away so very slow
I am left waiting for the next tick
Like the banging of a drum-stick
Do I count the minutes gone
Or the minutes until the gong
We are all slaves to ticking clock
Waiting for the count- down lock.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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