Tick
Tock
Slight snaps of a glorious time teller
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Two hands which encompasses eyes of those who glance
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Never turning back, never stoping for a single person
Tick
Always going forward, aging the dusted shelves around
Tock
Clicking past, somewhere in the world
Tick...
Return, to the present
Tock...
Wait for the future
Click...
Learn from past memories
Clack...
For the clock has always remained, along with Father Time...
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Grey
PoetryBook of Poems by me, myself, and I. So please, if you wish to used my poems or quotes from them, you have to say where you got it. Thank You! These poems can range from happy things to sad things to angry things. Just a warning, they tend to be d...