The Clock


Tick tock, tick tock.
Old man sits,
Contemplating life,
With one line quips.

Clock keeps ticking,
Time ambles on.
Lessons have been given,
To children long gone.

Woodpile grows.
Cat naps near.
Cigarette is burning.
Let’s have another beer!

Time is the marker,
And time did fly.
Sixty-nine years,
This day in July.

In time comes the visitors,
Sharing a laugh,
Paying homage to a man,
Who follows his own path.

Daughter hugs him fondly,
Grandson shakes a hand,
Son brings his buddies,
As they settle around the man.

Time keeps marching,
But old man sits,
Contemplating life,
With one line quips.

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