The clock kept ticking,
She did not.
Whats wrong they asked,
I don't know.
The clock kept ticking,
Sometimes so slow,
Where is she goin?
Someplace low.
His birthday was fun,
A hundred sparkles.
They dazzled his eyes,
Filled his mom with chuckles.
The kids had to run,
It was 9 pm.
Bedtime was near,
They had to go, no tears.
It was that time again,
A quiet world began.
Raindrops drumming on the car,
A rhythm trying to appear.
3 am at a Costco,
Not the best place for a beer.
But he had left after all,
An empty house does not fear.
And then the fun stopped sudden,
Run.
Sun was rising,
Oh god mum!
One too many beers for her,
The road her bed.
The road her bed.
The clock still kept ticking,
6:01 am they said,
The clock still kept ticking,
6:01 they said.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
