The Wooden Clock
Tick, tick, tick,
The clock runs slick,
Can I please have a minute,
For this wooden clock is not long enough,
Because of this simple fruit,
My life is tough,
But like everyone else,
I cannot be out of sight,
For my mind of light,
I will think of nothing but stars,
I imagine myself on Mars,
The sight desired,
But not taken lightly,
For this wooden clock,
Tick, tick, tick,
It keeps ticking,and clicking,
My mind is flipping
