It isn’t true that clock hands two,
Will beat in steady time,
When you are far away from me,
The tick-tock’s not in rhyme.
The clock hands tick as slow as death,
When time stands still I hold my breath;
I wish the clock hands quick to go,
But tick-tocks are so painful slow.
When I'm with you my heart is light,
The clock allegro ticks,
But when I wait and watch for you,
Burns slow like candle wicks.
Then tick-tock sounds like mourner’s tread,
Unhurried hours till time for bed,
Will curse the swiftness, tick-tock slow,
As ocean currents languid flow.
Michael Walsh
quite_write@yahoo.co.uk.