Ticking Ticking Ticking (poem)

The time it was a ticking ticking ticking

It’s hands were now heard clicking clicking clicking

For man in bed

No tears to shed

He smiled instead

Removed from dread

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A life had he

Each memory

A dream set free

For all to see

And to this truth he’s sticking sticking sticking

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He made his name

A thing of fame

As people came

His thoughts to claim

And at them they are pricking pricking pricking

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And as his time was ticking ticking ticking

In love he fell

We know her well

He rode Joy’s swell

Though heaven’s hell

He knew his heart was tricking tricking tricking

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He’s now alone

Left on his own

A life atone

To his Unknown

This candlelight is flicking flicking flicking

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Now children play

Another day

‘cause people say

He passed this way

When time it was a ticking

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lrc7815 3 years ago from Central Virginia

I like this one MH, the sentiment, the phrasing, and the rhythm .


Ghaelach 3 years ago

Morning Martin.

They actually say "Time waits for no man" it just keeps on ticking, ticking, ticking.

LOL Ghaelach


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wetnosedogs 3 years ago from Alabama

Wow. This is something great.


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DDE 3 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

Time flies by why wait, the memory lives on thanks for this one.


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Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

Brilliant once again my friend.

Eddy.


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bravewarrior 3 years ago from Central Florida

At least he was remembered!


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mpropp 3 years ago from Minnesota

Enjoyed this one very much!


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LaThing 3 years ago from From a World Within, USA

You captured the moments in a life very well, MH! Voting up and awesome.....


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teaches12345 3 years ago

You have told his man's life story well. It does seem our life is just ticking away; however, the memory is everlasting.


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aviannovice 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

Awesome and up. This reminds me of a Dickens tale...


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

That's always the problem that time goes by so quickly.

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