Tick Tock
Tick, Tock, goes the clock,
no one knows how much time we have
in this life for another laugh.
The Tick’s and Tock’s won’t speed up,
won’t slow down,
unfurled leaves from green to brown.
Another walk across the block,
another trip around the clock,
and yet another Tick, Tock.
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Poetry for the Soul
PoetryAll original poems by me that I've dug up from who-knows where and decided to do something with. Some are funny, some are dark, some are deep, and some are just a whole new level of random. Enjoy.
