Wednesday, March 26, 2014


“Tick-tock, tick-tock!”
does scream the clock,
drowning in despair.

A mind is blocked,
We run amok,
although we’re far from hares.

Rains of stress are falling on
And days do burn devoid of fun
Yet nothing’s there to do.
Forget the skies beneath the sun,
For now you work anon and on,
much days, with much ado.

Such lives do burn
And memory’s blur,
As seconds tick or tock.

Where joy’s concerned
We should confer
Much more than second thoughts.


  1. oh this ticking write,the great too.