Tic Talk

Your heart is like the penguin on a clock, it goes tick talk Time moves like the wind moves through a tree on a windy day One minute we are here and the next we are gone We waste our time when we sleep until the clock goes, beep, beep, beep We watch a clock for a future in time wasting our time Our poetry moves through time giving us melody and harmony Our souls will live through time but our bodies won’t Our present in time someday will end our future of time We also guess about time and most of the time, we are wrong Each letter in this poetry has been placed in the order of time The last letter you read in this poetry will be will be the letter (D) and THE END