Ticking of the Clock

Oh, the ticking of the clock

Seconds left behind

Minutes, hours, days and years

Never shall return

What remains from time that's gone?

What is left behind?

Questions more than answers cry

To my asking of just why

Why what's lost may count for naught

To the ticking of the clock

Listening to the tick and tock

Of a fast advancing clock

Leaves but faintest memory

Of but once may have been me

In that mirror of the past

Not an image long can last

Walk away from what had been

Only to begin again

With more ticking of the clock

Oh, the ticking of the clock

Thinking long won't make it stop

Is life but a waste of time

Trying to make reason rhyme?

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Yes, the earth moves round the sun, we're born and then grow old, all to ticking clocks who don't seem to notice it all. It's a beautiful thing when you think you have all the time in the world, but then you wake up old one day. Is it cruel? Only if one chooses to see it that way. Perhaps it's best to just accept it as the creator's mighty plan and go on. I think we both may have done that.

[Inda]

this is probably the best writing I've seen in this site. a striking piece full of honesty and a touch of melancholy.

[angelina neves]

beautiful cadence! we can feel the clock ticking with out stopping...
- "Is life but a waste of time/ Trying to make reason rhyme?" May be! who knows!!! Lovely!

[Najam Us Saher]

I loved the flow of this poem and the proper usage of onomatopoeia.