Tick-Tock

Man's life is placed in a simple shoebox A wallet, a razor, and underwear and socks, He doesn't care about being orthodox Tick-tock, goes all of his clocks. Man continues his journey alone without gas He doesn't care or worry about whom to pass, But, then if he has a partner who is a wanting lass Tick-tock, goes the hourglass. Man is born without spite or venom He wasn't created to be hateful or mettlesome, In a crate those attributes are placed for the feminine Tick-tock, goes the pendulum. Man normally seeks solitary and peace That is why he wants nagging and arguing to cease, In a shoebox he can place his life's lease Tick-tock, goes his timepiece. Tick-tock, and man's life quickly passes him by Tick-tock, man will not sit and reminisce and cry, Tick-tock, someday man knows that he will die Tick-tock, the clock clicks with the blinking of man's eye. Randy L. McClave