Tick tock

A Poem by Mehar Anaokar

Life wound its clock
Tick tock, tick tock
And so the race began

We loved, we fought
Didn't wait, didn't stop
Too young to pause and plan

The years flew by
Gauged in teardrops
We were old before we knew

Heads turned to grey
And minds to rot
Was sad, but it was true

The hourglass emptied
Drip drop, drip drop
The last minute was at hand

Withered and broken
A sickened old lot
Wished they had paused and planned.