Tick-Tock

Tick-Tock

A Poem by Robert Ray


Time, man’s greatest unowned treasure

Cannot be saved, purchased or pilfered

Flip the hourglass as often as you pleasure

The same sand falls, unrestrained, unfiltered

 

The newest newborn is the richest being

Naked, helpless, penniless, and grasping

She has infinitely more than a queen or king

And, from either, can get nothing everlasting

 

Tick-tock, the chiming, reverberating knock

Clamors, bangs in my head, gnaws at my soul

No more time, no more chances, tick-tock

No more sand for my molded crystal bowl

 

Tick-tock, time, man’s fleeting treasure

A ticking clock, mortal life’s full measure

 


© 2018 Robert Ray



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Nea
I love the jump to the infant. I feel that it works very well to compare how helpless the baby is in a general sense to how helpless we all are to time. It would have been cool if the repetition of the "tick-tock" near the end had somehow been incorporated into the rest of the poem, but I think it works much better without that taking the attention from the beginning.

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Time is man's greatest unowned treasure.
Truer words were seldom spoken so clearly, Robert, my friend.

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Robert Ray

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Thank you, Louis. I appreciate you reading another one of my poems.
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Nea
I love the jump to the infant. I feel that it works very well to compare how helpless the baby is in a general sense to how helpless we all are to time. It would have been cool if the repetition of the "tick-tock" near the end had somehow been incorporated into the rest of the poem, but I think it works much better without that taking the attention from the beginning.

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Robert Ray

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Thanks for the read and your thorough review. All good points. I always appreciate a thoughtful re.. read more
Bravo, I feel every one of those turns of the hourglass, wondering which one will be my last.

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Robert Ray

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Thanks for taking a few minutes to read and comment. And, yes, so do I---especially as I enter my 5.. read more
Previous comment edited to ensure it said what I meant.


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Robert Ray

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Thank you! Always appreciated.
Fresh words to remind us life is fleeting... and yet missing a hopeful note. Perhaps a line or two on what we can do with our time to give this life some sort of meaning? I don't know, this is your poem and I am just offering a humble thought. I always enjoy your writing, my friend. And this poem is no exception. Cheers!

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Robert Ray

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Thank you, as always, for taking some time from your day to read my work. I always take away someth.. read more
Excellent poem! You really hammer home how important time is and how we should all spent it wisely. This poem can be applied to all aspects of our lives because is something we can't get back. No matter what we chose to do with ourselves, time is always apart of the equation. Keep up the amazing work man.

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Robert Ray

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Thanks for another kind review. I truly appreciate you taking time to read and share your thoughts... read more
I agree my friend. Time is under-rated. Need to use our time wisely. I enjoyed the thoughts and the logic of the words. Thank you Robert for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

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Robert Ray

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Thank you, sir. Always good to read your thoughts and your kind review. Happy New Year.
Coyote Poetry

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I wish you a safe and fun New Year. You are welcome Robert.
Yeah i suppose the day you're born, the clock is ticking. What do they say. Life is a lottery.
Now there's not enough hours in the day.
Reflective and poignant, like it.

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Robert Ray

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Paul, thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated.
Nicely written, Robert, and all too true. I'm reminded of the line from Monty Python's 'Always look on the bright side of life':

"You know, you come from nothing. You're going back to nothing. What have you lost? Nothing!"

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Robert Ray

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Nigel. I love the quote. I hadn't not heard that. Thanks for sharing.
A beautifully written poem. I wish to write like this one day. Time is our greatest treasure and I wish I had made better use of it in the past. The wrong decisions I made in the past still haunts me like a dark ominous shadow that I can't escape. Well written.

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Robert Ray

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Thanks very much. I appreciate your kind review. As for writing, just do it often and listen to ev.. read more
NamgyelR

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Only 30 days? I've been at it since July of last year and I must say that your learning curve is sup.. read more

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