Thursday, 21 June 2018

Poetry: Wasted Time

Tick, tock, tick, tock
How do I make the ticking stop?
There aren't enough hours in the day
Most of them spent dreaming away

Tick, tock, tick, tock
Back to the chores, where's my mop?
Hands move slowly, a waiting game
Days passing, remaining the same

Tick, tock, tick, tock
Do I hear his key turning the lock?
Supper's eaten, time to unwind
A busy day of wasted time

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