Time ticks
and ticks
and ticks
and goes,
much to quickly,
with The Reaper
waiting.
Age has wisdom,
knowing, "For Whom
The Bell Tolls...."
Being old brings no reprieve,
Time continues,
ticking,
ticking,
monotone,
ticking.
I cannot pause for long,
least I miss a minute -
a minute,
and the clergy waits,
for the tolling of that resounding bell -
a bell sadly proclaiming,
"Another person permanently,
tick-ed off".


Comments: 10
Lost Soul- Thank you for your comment. I greatly appreciate it! What specifically are you speaking of? The way I used 'tick-ed"? I did do that on purpose to draw attention to the word, 'tick', but I see two places I need a period. I will edit that.
Hey Amy!.... I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem, and thank you for the compliment!:))