The Death Clock Poem by Azalea Bluewell

The Death Clock



Tick tock, tick tock
Goes the death clock
Forever it ticks
The hands never stop

Tick tock, tick tock
Goes the death clock
It measures one's lifetime
How long they'll live on

Tick tock, tick tock
Goes the death clock
You'll gawk at it's speed
At how fast it goes

Tick tock, tick tock
Goes the death clock
It doesn't stop for anyone
It goes on and on

For the clockmaster
Of this death clock
Is Death itself

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 02 September 2014

Creative poetic way u tel of the death clock chiming us all to death. Thumbs up. Do pls review my latest poem too.

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Sheldon Carruthers 27 January 2014

Death draws nearer each day we are all born to die

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