The clock ticks on
Life moves forward a notch
And we as fools survive
In self-absorbing  hotchpotch.



The clock ticks on
And failings and success compete
For space within our cluttered lives
The world no longer, is at our feet.


The clock ticks on
And wrinkles start to show
Our footing slips on the ladder of life
And aging pains begin to grow.


The clock ticks on
Our hearts begin to race and flutter
Our memories lose a thread or two
And we start to mumble and mutter.


The clock ticks on
And she or he forgets our name
We know the truth of dementia well
Our parents went through this the same.


The clock ticks on
And one of us will disappear
The other left to fend for themselves
In a life now filled with fear.


The clock ticks on
And on
And on
And on………



©Joe Wilson – Ticks…2015