Tick Tock

2016-02-05-21-21-583

My life is like a clock

continuous oscillation

however, measured

every nanosecond treasured

hells bells are beckoning

is it time for a reckoning?

tick tock

Rewind the clock, I say

bless me one more day

bells melodiously ring

red-feathered birds begin to sing

My continued journey here

will be without fear

tick tock

As the pendulum swings

a frictionless pivot

first to the right

then to the left

mesmerizing motion

tick tock

My life so finely tuned

expect no departure soon

My life is like a clock

a perpetual commotion

see no reason to stop

tick tock

Β§

Eugenia

Image: personal property

  25 comments for “Tick Tock

  1. 02/06/2016 at 3:26 am

    Great poem!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. 02/06/2016 at 3:49 am

    Enjoy life one day at a time. Nice poem!

    Like

  3. 02/06/2016 at 4:21 am

    no reason to stop.. true it is.. beautiful poem

    Liked by 1 person

  4. 02/06/2016 at 5:28 am

    We can rewind the clock but how do we go back in time?

    Liked by 1 person

  5. 02/06/2016 at 6:07 am

    Wonderfully expressive of many things!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. 02/06/2016 at 8:43 am

    Bless me one more day. Beautifully written πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  7. 02/06/2016 at 1:50 pm

    Absolutely beautiful! Loved it! πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  8. 02/07/2016 at 3:12 pm

    I really like this poem! Very nice and a life full of things to come!

    Liked by 1 person

  9. 02/08/2016 at 4:30 pm

    Existential πŸ™‚

    Like

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