Tick-Tock Poem by Deborah Downes
Tick-Tock
Neither bought nor sold
More precious than gold
Flowing endlessly on
As suddenly gone
Choose wisely how spent
Neither borrowed nor lent
Be it idled or wasted
Lost or well tasted
Never reused nor saved
It has all men enslaved
Whether ill or in health
In poverty or wealth
Whether kindly or mean
Laborer or queen
Time bows to no master
Seems to run ever faster
As mortals grow old
Their tales oft untold
Yet Time etches fastly
In mem’ry everlasting
Each life is immortal
In Time’s hidden portal
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4/19/2024 10:56:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice. I love how the title and the piece are in union. Good usage of the right words to create a strong message. There is some powerful thought into this and you were able to write it out. Nice piece of work and good job making it work. Debbie