What Makes me Tick?
I thought about it but I never knew the answer.
But I knew what made a clock tick,
Hands that move ever so.
Ticking seconds,
Minutes and hours.
So that I would know
The time on my hands
And be blessed for
Every single moment
God gave me
To savor and live
What makes me Tick?
I certainly don’t know about it but I knew how to tick
A list of things I must do before I leave.
First off, tell mom how much I love her
And then my family.
Visit all my friends
From when I had my first one.
To fly high in the sky
Sail swift into the oceans
Visit five capitals of the world
Get married someday
Own a Harley
Own a Rock Pub and Restaurant
Endless list to tick
That I live to savor
What makes me tick?
I still didn’t know but then, I knew what made a Dog tick.
Small ticks that fed on the poor dog
To live and survive
As the poor dog tried in vain
To scratch away the itch
That the tick made
Sitting with his hind legs
Kicking his neck so blurry
Yet never ready to take that bath
That would make the tick go.
The Tick and the Dog,
Both not unlike some people I know
What really makes me tick?
I suppose I don’t know about it, but I knew what changed me
There was this Woman,
Was just a she
And I have known so many women,
Yet this
Made me want to be a better man
So I changed careers for the better.
Inspired me to write poetry
About nature, about love, about living
Realization of my short comings
Setting high my standards
And now she has gone,
And I am on my way.
Happy, for now
I appreciate
The next even more.
And now that I think about it,
What make me tick?
I never did realize but all the things I wrote about,
About Ticks and Dogs, about Friends and Family
About Time and God, about love and life.
About my women and Mum dearest,
About my Dreams that one day i will realize.
Yes, they all made me Tick.
Yes, Indeed, and I sighed smilingly.