Tick tock listen to the clock
that counts the seconds which go by.
With each second which passes
a life is born,
a life goes,
and yet time keeps ticking.
With each second
someone smiles, and laughs,
someone breaks down and someone cries.
with each tick that passes
someone feels loved
someone feels lonely
and with each tock
someone sleeps
someone awakes
and yet each second on the clock seems the same
the same sound which goes,
tick, tock, tick, tock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem