Poetry collection- OnGoing

Clocks

Tick Tock goes the clock
As time slowly passes by
Minute by minute
Hour by hour
Day by day
Slowly I grow
Older... but not wiser
Sadder... not happier
Slowly the fires in my heartland soul  slowly die.
They get washed out by the rivers of sadness that pour from my eyes.
And slowly as the clock hand turns
I watch my time run out.

Tick Tock goes the clock
As time slowly passes by
Minute by minute
Hour by hour
Day by day
Faster &faster time starts to fly by
Days and months and years pass on
Till time delivers me to deaths door.
I stand there and wait for the angels to come and greet me
To carry me away.
I leave time at deaths door
And he doesn't even wave good by
He just runs on forward
To bring more victims on the way.