Tick tock

Short poem about racing through life

Tick tock

No need to stare at creeping hands

New toys meet technology’s demands

Still time is measured in minutes and hours

Not in moments as the bloom of flowers

 

Racing through the day to pay bills

Work interrupted only by meals

Then the TVs drone invites sleep

Mere minutes until the alarm’s beep

 

Another day follows at the same pace

Wishing for speed while marching in place

Another week to do it all again

Ceaseless without end

 

No cycles, no seasons

No rhyme, no reasons

No snooze on life’s clock

Tick tock, tick tock

Reviews

[Shy Joe]

Marching to the nine to five that is our society
Wouldn't it be nice if our lives had some originality?

You have describe a sad truth. Thanks for sharing.

[Rennie St. James]

It's definitely a sad truth for me - writing the poem helped me remember to slow down! Thank you for reading and reviewing!

[Diann Messer]

Nicely done! Please keep on writing.

[Rennie St. James]

Thank you very much - I do hope to write and post more here!