One's Clock Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Any clock without a heard tock,
Should not...
Stop eyes to fix upon it,
Watching.
Or drop a movement made.
To delay it as it lays.
Where it's left decaying.

People with time,
Often do not use it.
Finding to excuse,
The lost of it to lose.

And when time slips away,
Heard from them to say...
They wish more of it,
To have and spend.
Procrastinating to waste,
With a hesitating that begins.

Whether that clock,
Ticks to a tock or not.
It shouldn't be a reason,
For anyone to stop moving...
From a doing done,
Continued to do.

One's clock,
May stop a tick tocking.
But just to watch it,
Excuses movement made.
To delay.
Procrastinated.
To make okay!

One's clock,
To watch it for excuses...
Does not delay,
The decay.

One's clock,
To watch it for excuses...
Does not delay,
The waste of it.
Or one's wishes,
For more to get.
When one's movement shows,
Aging with a clock or not...
Seldom slows.