Time, and what it means to me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short, little poem about the meaning behind the tick of a clock.

Submitted: February 05, 2010

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(tick...tick...tick)
Hear that? thats the sound of time
Ticking away every way, every day
Most people dread the time ticking away
It signals the end of yet another day
Another day they wasted away by regreting
What could of been, what should of been
Its not their fault, at least they thought
They didnt want to accept the choices they made
for the dues they have paid
Their lives are lead by the dollar and bread
they get one for the other then they can go to bed
since they provide and never know why
this happend to them, things change fast
sometimes, people cant help but to live in the past
they seem to think they can find their answers there
they remain blind to the fact that there is no going back
They regret
What could of been, what should of been


(ding.. ding... ding)
I hear that, thats the sound of time
Ticking away all day, every way
I love the sound of time ticking away
It only means two things to me now-a-days
first, i get to see the one i love one less second sooner
twice, i am able to spend time with the one i love, one more second
People may say i am wasting away
All my time, not even earing a dime
I never listend to a word they said
Because they are the ones earning their bread
In the ways they hate and never wanted to come
They regret the time they spent
On what could of been, on what should of been
It sad to see them die like this
Seeing them so able to cry like this
But its not my fault their lives have been in vain
And Its up to me to not know their pain


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