slipping time

Salvador Dali's The Persistence of Memory

tick tock a winding clock

dripping from a wooden box

sliding off life's very breath

standing tall with crooked arm

 

tick tock the ticking hands

drooping from their burden

time can take it toll

even on its keepers

 

tick tock familiar digits

numbers crying from strain

as the faces grow long

unsmiling they be

 

tick tock time melting away

slipping by through colors

forming to the background

putty in Dali's painting