Tick Tock , Tick Tock
Tick tock…tick tock
tick tock goes the clock
With each stroke of its hand
robbing me of youth and vigor
scarring the skin, discoloring the hair
and causing me suddenly to wither.
Just when I’m getting my bearings
in this immense place called life
Navigating somewhat smoothly
and appreciating the preciousness of a moment
it defaces me with its every strike
Withering away on the outside
while being renewed within
is the cruelest blight I believe
that has been cast upon each and every human
Alas! Alas!...tick tock...tick tock
tick tock....goes the clock
By: JoanMarie Peranteau
August 2013
Copyright © Joanmarie Peranteau | Year Posted 2013
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