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
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Comments4
A fine write AP. Or - endeavour, even, in English spelling. U knows we adds extra 'u's to some words - humour, colour, etc!
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!
That's your story and you're sticking to it eh? And a good story it is. Thanks for reading Louis.
As for your last stanza, AP, you did not waste my time, you made my day!
Thank You!
Well, I'm happy to have made your day Fred. And you're welcome.
Well done AP cool poem
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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