A Second in Time


So as the day, we move ahead tick tock tick tock Until the day that we lay dead tick tock tick tock Up to that time I'll do my best tick tock tick tock To differ myself from all the rest tick tock tick tock

When all is said and done, when we’ve exhausted all the fun, when there is nothing left and we feel bereft, we will think of the seconds spent and wonder where they went.

Fun exhausted
Time ticks on
Let’s do it again
And enhance all the fun
Bring more love
Let go of more hate
Hold close distance
Create the second chance gate

But even then time steals our youth tick tock tick tock
Aging form and suppressing truth tick tock tick tock
Leaving us still yet to know tick tock tick tock
Just how long time lets us grow tick tock tick tock

  • Authors: Michael (Pseudonym), Bella Shepard, Miss M S Smith
  • Visible: All lines
  • Finished: September 13th, 2023 13:42
  • Limit: 4 stanzas
  • Invited: Friends (users on his/her list of friends can participate)
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 16


  • Bella Shepard

    This was such fun, only the second fusioned I've participated it. Thank you for inviting me!

    • Pop64

      The first I've tried and you're welcome. I still have to figure the format issue out and practice will make perfect with that. Thank you, as well, for your contribution.

      • Bella Shepard

        There is so much of this stuff I'm not familiar with, but I'm always glad to learn.

      • AuburnScribbler

        I like the "fusion poems" function on here, and I've enjoyed reading this one, so bravo to all those who participated.

        I'm sorry that I was "late to bat", In terms of replying to the invitation, I was out of town yesterday gigging, but this would have been my stanza:

        Each second a beat, each second a pulse,
        around it goes, in joy and repulse,
        one day a child, the other grown,
        but in cosmic time, what is known?
        For time can drag, time can fly,
        as the second we're born, we begin to die,
        but let the clock be here, let the clock be guide,
        so it can play the judge, of what we decide!

        Bravo again, and I hope that all is well.

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