Tick-Toc, Tick-Toc, Tick-Toc each time that dammed clock Tick-Tocs,
Another second of my life passes, but does it pass on the Tick or the Toc,
You may say does it really matter? To me it does it’s my life passing,
I remember times when time stood still for me,
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happiness...sorrow...hope...the three words that make us what we are...some people have different ratios of the first two...but the deciding factor is hope...got to say it again...i love your poems...food for the soul...nalini