Tick-Tock Winters Coming
Tick-tock winter's coming
Thrust from the sanctuary of the blessed womb
spring is sprung on a new destiny not without charm
from cradle to crawl, to walking and talking and nurtured by the soul that bore
education, kindred spirits to find and affection in gay abundance
tick-tock winters coming
The time for fun and to enjoy the harvest of spring
summer has come to rejoice and select life in all that has gone
maybe perhaps you will new destiny's create and nurture
or just be content to enjoy the halcyon days and clear horizons that present
tick-tock winters coming
The time to reflect with darkening sky's what has been, and yet to show
autumn full of the burden of misspent or just summer follies
a chance to look on with wonder at destiny's created or woe's for those destroyed
the abundance that spring gave summer all but gone to pastures new
tick-tock winters coming
The stormy turbulence and darkness that must come
winter is a callous foe that no quarter yields to its destiny
for no-one single destiny has any idea how long its spring, summer, autumn will endure
this wicked foe gives occasional hope with remittance to summers past
and then just as quick reminds you where to go by stripping dignity again
some winters are short yet others proceed within its wicked clasp
until your hopes, dreams, and fears are passed on to some other hopeful destiny to cling
tick-tock tick-tock tick
MB 2013
Copyright © Marc Barritt | Year Posted 2013
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