Without A Tick To Dropa Tock Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

To sit and hear it wished,
From another something they wanted to do.
But did not.
Because the time was not right.
Has yet to stop any hands on a clock,
From continuing to move forward.
Without a tick to drop a tock.
Regardless of the time wasted,
People take creating...
Their excuses, lies and alibis.
As if to plant the seeds,
Others will harvest.
Knowing more crap to expect,
Will eventually crop up.
Either to deny or embellish to delude.