Tick Tock ( Work in Progress)

A "Sophisticated" poem, assigned in creative writing class.

Tick Tock

Life passes on,

the hands unfaltering.

Trying so hard to stop it,

an obstacle,we are not, to time.

Waiting for no man

or woman. We persevere

for no reason. Save that

suicide be too severe.

Young, one moment,

old the next.

Feeling the aches in

joints and bones. Wishing

a chance to again be young.

Alive today, a casket filler

tomorrow. Mourned tonight,

forgotten in the morning. Our

children, soon to follow.

Tick Tock

Life passes onward,

the hands unfaltering.

Trying, in vain, to stop it,

an obstacle, we are not, to time.