My Doctor Who Poems!

Poem 7~Time:

Tick Tock, 

Goes the clock. 

That's how the rhyme goes.

Time. One of our greatest foes. 

It's a race.

One we all have to face. 

It brings us together, just to rip us apart. 

It breaks, shatters, all of our sensitive hearts. 

Even I wish some moments could last forever. 

But they don't, we all must endeavor. 

It's painful, 

Leaving each of us with a giant hole. 

A hole that cannot be filled. 

It leaves us, not so thrilled. 

Death. A close companion of this mystery,

Time. They both have a lot of history. 

All of this history they share. 

It's not fair! 

Nor just! 

Look at me here, making quite the fuss. 

When you're younger, you don't think you'll ever die. 

Having fun, you'd watch time fly. 

Bored for five minutes, it feeling like a dreadful hour. 

But once you're older, it feels like time is being pulled away, just like picking petals off a flower. 

Remember being eight years old? 

Now time, it's starting to fold. 

You start to feel life's grand gusts of wind, 

Knowing, you're nearing the end. 

It picks you up, and you start to drift. 

It feels all very surreal, this strange lift. 

Then... You're done. 

Death and Time... They have won. 

~LuckyandTheDoctor