Ticking

Everyone runs out of time.

The rocking chair's rocks on and on drone
Accompanying a brick fireplace

The dog tiredly carried her bone
And sat, like always, in her place

The woman looked at the mantle
Face wearing and wrinkling away

His photograph next to his kantele
She stared at them every day

She became naught but a song
Echoing in the walls of the house

She waited, but she was wrong
He always had another spouse

She rotted in the ground
Along with the others that waited

Lost in time and never found
This is how it's been fated

Dust lines the sides of the hallway
Rust creeps along the cup

Don't stare at the clock all day
Because your time is almost up

Reviews

[ANM]

Hmm time it ticks away never regained!