Tick Tock

My life is like a clock

continuous oscillation

however, measured

every nanosecond treasured

hells bells are beckoning

is it time for a reckoning?

tick tock

Rewind the clock, I say

bless me one more day

bells melodiously ring

red-feathered birds begin to sing

My continued journey here

will be without fear

tick tock

As the pendulum swings

a frictionless pivot

first to the right

then to the left

mesmerizing motion

tick tock

My life so finely tuned

expect no departure soon

My life is like a clock

a perpetual commotion

see no reason to stop

tick tock


Retrieved from archives of old blog

About Eugenia

โ€œI would rather be amongst forest animals and the sound of nature, than amongst city traffic and the noise of man.โ€ Anthony D. Williams.
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  1. Wow! Nice.

  2. An encouragement to use our time wisely ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ’ž

  3. Fascinating poem.

  4. My life so finely tuned…man, do I ever wish that were true for me. ๐Ÿ™‚ Great job!

  5. Terrific poem- I can feel the rhythm of the clock.

  6. I am in tune with your poem, except the life finely tuned part.

  7. Love the poem! And a great reminder that time marches on….โฐ

  8. Love this, Eugi. The rythm is reminiscent of a clock ticking and the rhymes are lovely! ๐Ÿ™‚

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