Tick Tock.

Tick Tock.

Tick Tock Tick Tock

Went Mr Clock

The bogeyman of time

The measured length

And breath of days

A storybook of rhyme.

The countless hours and minutes

As they sweep across his face

The meaning of existence

It never leaves a trace.

Some ponder on the question

To be or not to be

A door that never opens

Cause they cannot find the key.

Go in search of buried treasure

Or a change of self or scene

When they never learned the lesson

That those far off hills are green.

Say that work will set you free

But it's all to no avail

It doesn't matter if you win or lose

When you chase the dragon's tail.

That faster stronger higher

Is the answer to your needs

But the trappings of success

Are just a testament to greed.

Proclaim the only answer is

That love will conquer all

And then sell their souls to Mammon

When the chips begin to fall.

Or the road to hell is paved

With good intentions never fear

The only time you have is now

The only place is here.

While some declare the answer

That it's written in the stars

A reflection in the mirror

From your seat across the Bar.

Of the lives played out in chance

Preordained a cosmic dance

A summer's day, a sunny sky

The flapping of a butterfly.

And some with resignation say

That life's a long goodbye

But the counsel of the sages

Says wake up before you die.

Photo: Boyle Co. Roscommon 2009

literary Festival.