Tick-Tock Poem by Randy McClave

Man's life is placed in a simple shoebox
A wallet, a razor, and underwear and socks,
He doesn't care about being orthodox
Tick-tock, goes all of his clocks.

Man continues his journey alone without gas
He doesn't care or worry about whom to pass,
But, then if he has a partner who is a wanting lass
Tick-tock, goes the hourglass.

Man is born without spite or venom
He wasn't created to be hateful or mettlesome,
In a crate those attributes are placed for the feminine
Tick-tock, goes the pendulum.

Man normally seeks solitary and peace
That is why he wants nagging and arguing to cease,
In a shoebox he can place his life's lease
Tick-tock, goes his timepiece.

Tick-tock, and man's life quickly passes him by
Tick-tock, man will not sit and reminisce and cry,
Tick-tock, someday man knows that he will die
Tick-tock, the clock clicks with the blinking of man's eye.

Randy L. McClave