Tick

“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.