Tick Tock
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| Bloodied, but unbowed |
Once upon a day
In a land far away
On a bleak Thursday in November
Came the darkest evening of the year
A child was born
Naked as the morn
Then tick tock
Began the clock
His beginning had come too early
Its start would prove so dreary
Pitiful wails filled the air
All looked on in despair
His end may come, his end may not
But fate is a foe that cannot be fought
And yet still, tick tock
Continued the clock
By chance, his demise was delayed
And life began with a debt to be paid
In time the boy grew strong and brave
Fought the throngs and battled knaves
Kept his nose down to the grindstone
Moved through life’s dead-end zones
And yet still, tick tock
Went the weary clock
Though the skyline fades into night
It will look brighter in hindsight
We have nothing but time, as tick tock
Always goes the clock
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