Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
goes my mothers little clock
sitting on the mantelpiece
time marching to its tempo
It's sat up there for fifty years
watching my life disappear
happy with its little lot
Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
Has it all disapperared? Our has it only just begun? It is what you make of it. Nice write. Patricia
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Strong, clock-like beat, subtle, but vivid personification. A very well crafted-poem with an economy of words. It has impact.