The Clock Poem by Edwina Reizer

I’ve looked at the clock.
It’s ten-fifteen
and I should be in bed.
But too many thoughts are wanderin’
inside my tired head.

I hear it tick in the background
and cover up my ears.
Tick away, what do I care?
I’ve lived too many years.

I’ve looked at the clock.
It’s twenty after ten.
And in these past 5 minutes
I’ve thought of you again.

How many minutes
are passing me by?
Much too many
but what care I?

My eyelids are closing
and that’s a good sign.
Maybe I’ll sleep awhile
and leave my thoughts behind.

I’ve looked at the clock.
It’s now half past ten.
I’m so exhausted.
I must lay down this pen.