Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
Second-Hand Living (Tick-Tocking Away) Tick-Tock is the only language of the clock Eating up time to stay alive. You call it a waste, but mmm-mmm! those seconds taste so fine. ‘Load me up!’ says the clock, ‘I’ve never been so famished.’ ‘But what about me,’ you plead, ‘I’m hungry, too. What can I do?’ The clock strikes back, ‘Oh, sorry, mate, you’re much too late. All your time has vanished.’ 2-13-24