Great Oak Gazette

Harrison Smith’29

Staff Writer

Tick Tock, goes the clock—

the time has nearly run out.

My life feels as if it’s under key and lock;

if I could do it over again, I would scream and shout.

Shouts of pleasure and pride, as my life is renewed;

I would live it to the fullest—I know that now.

My life would be much better, a beautiful way to conclude.

Tick Tock, goes the clock.

The clock’s hinges—broken and rusted—

as am I; my youth is beginning to wither away.

Why did I leave her when I could have simply adjusted?

“Lord, give me one more chance,” I cry and pray.

Tick Tock, goes the clock

Watch how you fly, and never leave your flock.

Tick Tock, goes the clock.