Tick-Tock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
In your life you must take stock,
of the ever-waning mortal clock.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Days fade to years, years seem to fly,
it seems like moments as the years pass by.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
From being young and learning to walk,
to learning to play and learning to talk.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Growing old and very weary,
about the future and feeling leery.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
The hand of time doesn’t stray,
until your final moment fades away,
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Tick-Tock | 0 | 05/29/2021 |
| The oceans and seas | 0 | 09/24/2017 |
| Still | 0 | 09/24/2017 |
| My little boy | 0 | 06/02/2011 |
| What a person is | 0 | 11/25/2010 |
| Final Call | 1 | 09/09/2010 |
| For all to see | 2 | 09/24/2009 |
| My Irish Blessing To You, | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
| Last Breath | 3 | 08/07/2009 |
| Calm | 2 | 07/16/2009 |
| Dear old friend | 4 | 07/15/2009 |
| Blue Moon | 5 | 06/02/2009 |
| Madness | 4 | 06/02/2009 |
| Sleep | 6 | 03/15/2009 |
| Nightmare | 5 | 03/15/2009 |
| Mariner's soul | 4 | 03/15/2009 |
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