Ticktock:

by Scott Cole   Nov 15, 2015


I am but a tick
A tick of the clock,
One split second
Just a ticktock.

My hands are tied
My motion is slight,
I'll get my chance
When time is right.

My tiny heartbeat
And springs within,
Keep me wound up
And my wheels at spin.

They slowly un-wind
While setting a pace,
Just another ticktock
That's being replaced.

For life is so short
Not very much time,
For a single ticktock
To ring his little chime.

But right on cue
He carries his weight,
And does really well
For such a lightweight.

The hands of the clock
They make their rounds,
While each new ticktock
Makes hardly a sound.

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  • 9 years ago

    by cassie hughes

    Life is indeed short and this poem can either make you feel as if life is ticking away and taking you with it on a journey you have no control over. 'My hands are tied, my motion is slight'

    On the other hand it can say, wait. Time is ticking and life may be short but enjoy it. 'Each new ticktock makes hardly a sound' to me says the passage of time can hardy be noticed over the sounds of laughter and joy to be found in life.

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