that's my old clock
that's my old clock
dancing on the spot
tick tock tock
I envy it's skill
every moment milked
tick tock tock
time will pass me by
my minute hand flies
but that old clock of mine
frozen to the time
it knows what is what
tick tock tock
living in the moment
tick tock tock
that old clock of mine
tick tock tock
[a slight departure from SuddenArdor's little muse. I think this could do with a REwrite too. I'm out of practice with poetry]
