Tick-Tock Tick-Tock
I watch as the hand on the clock
Goes round and round
Speeding up
And slowing down
Tick-Tock Tick-Tock
The peopling moving in a blur
Passing around me
If it's real I'm never sure
What must this be?
Tick-Tock Tick-Tock
Birthday's pass
The candles adding one by one
Adding ever so fast
Each time the clock goes round it's faster then the last
Tick-Tock Tick-Tock
The leaves turn brown
The snow comes down
Then the glowers sprout
And the clock continues round
Tick-Tock Tick-Tock
When will this clock stop
And stop this sense of dread
When will my clock run dead
and stop the tick-tock.....tick-tock...
Going in my head...
Michael Carlson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tick-tock-tick-tock-2/
