Life's Ticking Clock Poem by Athena Plante Little Bit Lost

The seconds they turn to minutes.
One more step forward in time.
One less second left on this earth,
and the clock's hands continue to wind.

The minutes, they keep tick tocking away,
before you know it an hour has passed.
Those minutes they fly by so quickly.
One less hour on this Earth than the last.

The hours just keep moving forward.
There is no stopping the hands of time.
There goes another twenty-four hours,
One less day left in this life you will find.

The days quickly turn into weeks and months,
The Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
Until a whole year of life has passed by
One less year in almost no time at all.

Those hands will keep pushing forward,
ten years going unseen as they flew by.
Ten less years left to experience life,
were missed just by the blink of an eye.

Half of a century has slipped right past
As the clock ticked the five decades done.
Half a lifetime ticked off a life's clock.
Almost moments after the ticking begun.

Live each tick with passion and without regret,
Because each tick is one tick closer to your dying day.
Cherish every moment of the clock's time.
Before the clock tick, tocks it away.

Fill each tick with love and happy memories.
All the joy in this world you can find.
You don't want to waste a single tick,
because those ticks, the clock won't rewind.