Tick Tock Poem by Tango

Tick Tock



Old father time, just quietly ticks away,
when you look in the mirror suddenly,
you are wrinkled, old, and grey.
What happened to all those precious moments,
they are gone forever,
like dust in the passing breeze.
It seems like only yesterday,
that I myself was just a lad,
but now I have a little boy,
who calls me granddad.

Saturday, April 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: time
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 09 May 2016

The years are speeding past just when we want them to slow and let us savor every moment. This poem is extraordinarily well written, Tango Tango.

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