Tick Tock

time, clocks, counting day, surviving the day, poetry, metaphors, humor, Modern PhilosopherTick Tock…

All day long,

The clock

Serenades us.

Do we

Even hear it

Anymore?

It offers

The same

Methodical beat

Everyday

Without fail.

We like

To tell ourselves

It’s counting down

The minutes

To the end

Of the

Work day,

But the clock’s

True mission

Is to

Keep track

Of our time

Left among

The living.

As you pretend

Not to hear

Each

Precious

Second

Ticking

Away,

What’s really

Going on

In your head?

Do you

Even realize

That every

Angry thought

Is just another

Moment wasted?

Every love

Not acted upon,

Every chance

Not taken,

Every song

Left unsung

Brings you

One heartbeat

Closer

To your

Last?

Perhaps

The real reason

You don’t

Hear the

Tick Tock

Of your

Life clock

Is because

It’s drowned out

By the

Staccato

Ticking

Of the

Time Bomb

Set

To explode

Inside

Your head.

Time is

Too precious,

Too fleeting,

Too short

To be wasted.

Defuse

The bomb.

Pay attention

To the clock.

Make every

Last second

Count.

Tick Tock…

The clock

Is calling.

Why don’t you

Go see

What it wants?

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About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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8 Responses to Tick Tock

  1. Louise says:

    Deep thoughts there Austin…

  2. This is really great! 🙂 Amazing stuff

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