Tic Tac (poetry Session)

Tic Tac

"Tic Tac, Tic Tac, As the time clock ticks"

The sand hour glass on my table is almost filled

While I ignored it for many weeks

At the drop of every grain a child is borne

While some remininse of loved-ones, long-gone

Who travelled absolutely with nothing to the great beyond

"He was once a philantropist whose heart could beat,

Now he thinks less of what to wear or  eat, "

As he aimlessly roams the streets

Of a world whose cryptic existence remains a mystery

To so many earth-dwellers who can still breathe

"Tic Tac, Tic Tac, The Clock ticks"

Less concerned about, whether anybody notices it

It runs confidently at her own pace

Never waits for any creature during the race

Regardless of your wealth, fame or power

Hence, the wise makes judicious use of every hour

"Tic Tac, Tic Tac, The Clock ticks"

Hope you know what this means?