Slightly Poetic Rants

Clock

Tick, tock
For that's a clock
The seconds do go by

Safe and sound
Upon the ground
Your head up in the sky

Tick Tock
Goes the Clock
Minutes sure do fly

There you stood
Just like you should
Your head still hung up high

Tick Tock,
For that's the clock
With hours left to cry

I was wrong
And now you're gone
Your figure in my eye

Tick tock,
But that's the clock
Another day gone dry

Since you left
I've be upset
And life shall slowly die