We each gave the other
the gift of time.
To me a pocket watch
To him a clock that chimed.
Little did we know they were
Ticking down the time till
He would be gone.
Tick tock, tick tock.

Years later I found him on the bed
Thrashing wildly and
Banging his head.
His eyes were closed
His face was red.
Ticktockticktockticktock

The ambulance came
The horn was blaring.
Into the back we went.
I held his hand and felt his pulse
Tickity tock tickity tock

They wheeled him down
The hall so fast into a white
Room at last.
His breathing quieted to the
Beeping of the machines
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick

For days I sat besides his bed
Hoping he would awake
Wishing him not dead.
But then his breathing began
To slow, how could I know
But by the ticking of the clock
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