Tick Tock
Tick tock, tick tock
Yells our life’s clock
Passing so quick
Each rapid tick
Metronomed song
Ne’er played for long
Slipping away
From day to day
Steady drumbeat
Played on repeat
Taunting our minds
As life unwinds
Measure we do
Each second new
But have no way
To make one stay
Unknown number
Leads to slumber
Our final test
Spiritual rest
How it was spent
Our real lament
When known for sure
We have no more
Tick tock, tick tock
Hand moves on clock
What we must do
Know their value
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Very meaningful poetry 👌
Thank you , Vinayak!
Welcome 😊
Hey Brad, my today’s poetry sucks, I really feel zero satisfaction while posting it. Since you are my daily reader, I am sharing my thoughts with you, ha ha 😂
I know that feeling, V! If you mean your most recent quotation that you posted, it was beautifully written. The metaphor of speaking with our eyes is lovely. Offered as a short quote, the emotions your bring to mind seem to want the story to continue, and may be left with no closure. I wanted it to be just an excerpt from a larger piece. You may be feeling there is more that you want to say in the theme, and that may be your dissatisfaction. Let it live for now, it is beautiful on its own. Then if moved to, revisit it as a prompt or refrain for something more. Hang in there, everything comes in its time! Just keep writing!
Thanks a lot for the comforting words 😊
Love it
Thank you, Ms. Sparkle!
My pleasure 💕
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I like your poem
Thank you kindly! And thank you for reading and commenting!
I fav this. One of your best , Brad.
Thank you, Yasmin! You flatter me! ❤
You are welcome, Brad.
This is so beautiful. I really love the flow and the comparison of life to the ticking hand of the clock. Life really is very short.
Thank you Kristian for your time and kind words! I appreciate your comments and value your impression of the words. ❤
time waits for no man…
Very thoughtful piece 💜
Thank you, my friend!