Tick Tock

Bright and clear, full of promise, But those in between years Learned lessons of passing thought Visions of pain and struggle Hand holding and soft tears Hugs and cheers to fill the years Shifting to less labored toil, Blessed senses gives charm a chance To dance of tables, drinking ouzo by the glass With licorice breath and kisses for all We celebrate the night and cry till dawn Until the tavern closes, our celebration over Time becomes more valuable Because there’s less of it to spend