Countdown
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
it gets louder every year
time clicking in my joints
Tock Tick
Tock Tick
watching my memories slip down
the whirlpool of what time I have left
Tick
Tick
hit in the face with the future's arrival
its hands slide over my cheeks
and out of my mind
Tock
Tock
running fast to catch up
taking it slow to enjoy
it's all relative
Alarm
no snooze
a stopped clock
is never right again
April 19, 2016
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