Tick Tock

The roll of metal teeth that grind,

care not for love, they do not mind

the cries of lovers in distress

or dying men at death’s dark door.

 

They march forward, with soldier’s feet,

each movement made precise and neat.

No flourish here, they must insist,

that single turn and nothing more.

 

That single turn that brings us near

to our hopes, our loves, our fear.

Then forever lost from our lives,

the moment leaves forever more.

 

So let bells ring, let us rejoice.

Quiet no more, we raise our voice.

Carpe Diem! The end is neigh!

Live and Love and Cry before

time passes

and lives

no more.