Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock, the clock keeps moving...
one moment then the next.
Sometimes I wish that I could slow it down,
and make it go around again,
to spend more of my life on the good parts,
and less or none at all
on the bad.
Tick Tock
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment