Tick-tock

Tick-tock

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock,

seconds on the clock...

The countdown is on.

Whiskers have whitened,

and the young one has grown old.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock,

seconds on the clock…

The sapling tree has grown;

leaves have greened,

and the oak reaches maturity.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick tock,

second on the clock…

Memories fade away, lost

in the persistent accumulation,

day after day.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock,

seconds on the clock…

A thought passes, and memories

are relegated to the scrap heap of

unrecorded history.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock,

seconds on the clock...

A dog wags its tail, and the hurricane

sweeps clean the Beach of Eternity.

All is lost on any given day

Even the clock harbors no more tick-tock.

Time passes silently in the Digital Age.

The countdown these days flashes its

LED warning more discreetly. Turn away!

5...4...3...2...1...

Chris Hanch 8-8-18