Tick Tock Goes The Clock Poem by Randy McClave

It is January15th again today
I now begin to pray,
Soon it will be 6: 02 a.m
And tearfully I will think of him.
Tick tock, goes the clock.

I never knew the demons that he fought
Until I heard that dreadful shot,
He decided to take his own life
I knew not of his pain and strife.
Tick tock, goes the clock.

If only he was still living
I could imagine the love that he'd be giving,
Who would have been his spouse
Where would have been their house.
Tick tock, goes the clock.

Would he have had any children
Maybe for me a granddaughter or grandson,
Would they look like Mike
Especially that little tyke.
Tick tock, goes the clock.

What job would have been his career
Maybe an electrical engineer,
The job that he had cheerfully wanted
Or maybe one that he had daunted.
Tick tock, goes the clock.

I now turn my clock upon its face
Hoping a sad time it would erase,
I now pray to again fall asleep
But, instead I still weep.
Tick tock, goes the clock.

Randy L. McClave