Tick tock, tick tock.
Does it ever stop?
Nope, never, sorry.
But, really, that shouldn't be a shock.
That doesn't mean watch the clock.
At least not all the time.
I've made that mistake.
Sometimes you just need to let it go, take a second to mock.
Mock those like me, who never forget.
Lest, we all have regrets.
So forget them.
I'm learning to forget the past, an old bet.
I'm happy knowing this.
My time will come and it will go.
Just as those before me, I will remember.
In memories is pain, and bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem