PoeticBiscuit

Tick Tock

Tick Tock,

The patient clock marches on.

Ocean rise, and kingdoms fall,

Still it plays it’s song.

 

When young the song is slow,

A boring somber tune,

But with age picks up it’s pace,

And then it’ll change the mood.

 

A rhythmic melody,

Joined by the beat of hearts,

A masterful duet,

Until the drums depart.