Tick
I let the clock tick away
as if it were my choice,
it is a silent voice,
the years have now gone to decades
passing all too quick
while back in the early days
I felt in the thick of it;
a child waiting on the age to pass,
a teenager wishing it would go fast,
an adult working for the dream,
a middle-aged king or queen,
a senior citizen wakes
older now,
aware of the successes and mistakes
retired and still questioning fate
along the hour hand
within seconds of the clock
living between the tick and the tock.
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