Tick tock, tick tock
time is fading away
before you know it,
it's all gone
time-
everything
in it's self
winding and winding-
but it's hard to say-
everything
gone
vanished away
everything stopped-
but the tick tock-ing of the clock
it keeps moving but it stops
in numbers and colors
will it begin?
i have told you to stop
all but the tick tocks of the clocks
round and round
the same sound
sorry
it just keeps going
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I love the sound of the clock even when it is ticking my time away. Each day is a gift and well worth living. Lovely write.... Always your friend on poemhunter, Sandra