Clock

I see you staring at me,
you can't get me to move any faster,
see I tick to time,
I stick with a certain rhyme,
its not a crime you have your job and I have mine,
time, time, time
is that all people think,
fast or slow in your head its all the same,
instead you blame me, when its really in your head,
your mind,
I tick every second you see,
and that's the way it will always be,
so I plea don't blame me, blame time don't you see,
its not a crime
I will stick with my rhyme.

Reviews

[T]

Hmm, so you're blaming me huh? Well, I'll forgive you this 'time' but only because you wrote this poem so well. I liked the rhymes thrown in although something about the line:
instead you blame me, when its really in your head, your mind. Seems like it could be a touch more compressed but no need to nit pick. I enjoyed this one and I'm a little sad to see no one else has reviewed it. Perhaps they will soon. Good poem.