Accidental Poet

Just A Tick In Time

Tick tock tick tock
Just a tick in time

Eyes follow hands around the clock

And I’m obsessed to rhyme


I need to write

I need to express

No matter the hour, day or night

These foolish notions I must confess


And to one, it might be nonsense

Yet to another

It just could be brilliance

Either way, it brings a smile to my mother


Staring at the contents of the refrigerator

Wasted time, well maybe so

Now it’s a minute later

Than it was a minute ago


Sometimes I’m perplexed

Between what I just did

And what I’ll do next

Guess I’m just an analytical kid


Have you never been split between yes and no?

Such triviality making up your mind

A decision sooner or later you know

But at the moment, you struggle to find


I ask forgiveness for wasting your time

And send you back to your previous endeavor

I’ll continue on with mine

As the second hand ticks on and on forever


Copyright © Accidental Poet 2006


  • Santita

    Extremely well expressed thoughts put into a great write. Not a second of my time was wasted.

    • Accidental Poet

      Santita, you're too kind, and thank you. I'm delighted you felt my poem worthy reading.

    • orchidee

      A fine write AP. Or - endeavour, even, in English spelling. U knows we adds extra 'u's to some words - humour, colour, etc!

    • Louis Gibbs

      Procrastination is never a waste of time, I propose! That may be why I enjoyed your fine poem so much. It gives one time to reflect before jumping in to act ... or that is my excuse at least. Kudos on this splendid poem, AP!

      • Accidental Poet

        That's your story and you're sticking to it eh? And a good story it is. Thanks for reading Louis.

      • FredPeyer

        As for your last stanza, AP, you did not waste my time, you made my day!
        Thank You!

        • Accidental Poet

          Well, I'm happy to have made your day Fred. And you're welcome.

        • WL Schuett

          Well done AP cool poem

          • Accidental Poet

            Thanks wischuett. A result from one of my many humorous moods. Sometimes you just get in that groove and it all comes together so easily.

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