tick tick tick

i watch the new ones come and go
as is they're in a race
i listen to this heart inside
it's ever slowing pace

the present is a present
or so the poets trill
as i from some odd distance hear
echo's in the hills

the time of my watch ending
on the ever ticking clock
the seconds pass untill at last
i hear the last small tock

oh what a life it is for me
the race to pay my debts
the skin beneath my aging chin
the gambling with my bets

i know that you out there
all do the same as me
tick tock tick tock the ancient clock
runs on until we're free