Tick tock tick tock
Life is counting on your internal clock

Memories that feel as if they occurred yesterday
Turn to flashes of movements that seem to fade away.

People you once knew
Walk by without a clue

The times you once shared
exists as if you were never there

Years fly...friends die...
and you never know when you will say your last goodbye.

Oh how I wish I could turn back time
Spend it with loved ones and cherish what once was mine

Or to go back even more
Being a kid in a candy store.

How  I missed the way I feel
on Christmas day when Santa was real

But back to reality  back to day
Family is scarce and memories continue to fade away

Tick.. tock.. tick.. tock..
I wish I could control the clock.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

There was a man in the town,
who was as funny as a living crown,
he was as fat as a whale could be
while on the other hand he was more taller than a tower ought to be,
he looks like a fat tower
but has much of cats power.