Deborah Downes


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

Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 7, 2009
Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 9, 2009

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Comments about Tick-Tock by Deborah Downes

  • Deborah CromerDeborah Cromer (11/7/2009 11:20:00 AM)

    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

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