Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Clock unwinds, new hands move slowly
time for growing, searching, dreaming
touching, feeling, laughing, dancing
eager for another day
Tick. Tock. Tick.
Adolescent cry for help and nurture
suppressed by adults breaking up
tragedy seeks out lost souls
some may not see another day
Tick. Tock.
Home invaders; trash and violence
robots watching robots, on and off the screen
lives of fiction based on fact
blunder through another day
Tick. Tick.
Aged parents long for son or daughter
too busy racing through the years
consumers plunging deep in debt
exhausted by another day
Tick.
Every clock comes round full circle
slowed seconds granting space to think
on time wise spent or squandered
while begging for another day.
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Reviews of "BODY CLOCK"
Reviewed by Janet Terry
Reviewed on May 6, 2003
I really liked this poem, and it rings so true to life.
Reviewed by Sharon Williamson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 12, 2003
Oh yes I do like this one a lot. I read this one twice and like it better each time.
Great write,
Sharon;)
Thank you for your kind words on my work
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Great write,
Sharon;)
Thank you for your kind words on my work