Photo by Dima-Valkov
Tick-Tock
Tick-tock
goes the clock.
Though I plead,
it does not stop.
A child who runs
and will not walk,
hides in a bush
around the block.
A speeding boat
that’s left the dock,
a flying bird,
a startled flock.
A thief who steals,
despite my balk.
All my dreams
and plans, it mocks.
An honored guest
with invisibility frock,
who slips away
after drinks and talk.
A priceless jewel
to guard with lock,
from idle hours
that tempt and stalk.
Tick-tock
goes the clock.
Tick-tock
Tick-tock.
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