Time ticks by,
a minute, an hour, who knows.
Time ticks by,
your skin, your eyes, it shows.

Time ticks by,
no waiting, no pausing, no remorse.
Time ticks by,
never wavering from its course.

Time ticks by,
we run, we rush, we try.
Time ticks by,
we're late, we're early, we cry.

Time ticks by,
feet tap, nails rap, you blink.
Time ticks by,
skies rain, sun rises, we sink.

Time ticks by,
walk on, again, walk on.
Time ticks by,
walk on, again, we're gone.

A train ride from the country side
Back to the big city
Goes slowly and effortlessly
Resembling all types of beauty

As the train ticks and ticks/

I've seen the riches of families
Who are still uneasy with life
Next I will see the poor
Who are trying to hang on ever so tight

As the train ticks and ticks/

The country hills will roll gently
and the wind will blow freely
While cigarette smoke will start to cover the lonely city

As the train ticks and ticks/

I realize the sad faces I see everywhere
Shows whether rich or poor
Tick/
Each of us has endless struggles
Tick/
That no amount of money can afford to fix.

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