tick-tock
day
all lined up
ahead of you
in the early bright
tick-tock
out you go
exercise routine
that you aren't fond of
tick-tock
a nap would be nice
no dice
tick-tock
night all planned out
at least you try
kind of
tick-tock
time goes by
assignments never die
willingly do work?
not i.
tick-tock
the clock ticks away
ah well.
tomorrow is another day.
1 comment:
I like your use of space in this poem. It's like the beginning (morning presumedly) piles up and rushes out, but the end (night) slows down and begins to fade. Nice technique!
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