Tick Tock Tick...

Rosie Ann has a clock

That tells her if she should die or not

She takes the seconds and counts by five

Adding the years she's been alive

She stares at it day in and day out

She carries it all about

Still her clock it never stops

Her Heart beats with the old tick tock

Soon enough it becomes a bore

Carrying it around is quite the chore

She sets it down and looks around

And becomes a girl in awe of what she has found

When she steps away, her clock keeps going

Apparently immortal her face is glowing

She runs across green grass

Following clouds as they go past

As she ages and learns and grows

The memory of a clock goes

She encounters many friends 

And soon shares a life with her husband

She gives birth by a waterfall

Learns to perfect a southern drawl

And as her hair turns grey 

She sails her boat away from the bay

And one day as she kisses her family goodnight in the forests of China

The batteries die as the final tick 

echoes.

Author's Note

Honesty