Ticking, Ticking, Ticking

My hand's tick and tock in motion

Spinning around and around as each second passes

As the seconds turn into minutes

And the minutes turn into hours

On and on and on.

A boy sits watching.

Watching me hanging flat on the wall

Instead of joining the other children,

Who run and play in the yard,

Enjoying their youth without a care in the world,

To weigh on their spirits, or preoccupy their minds.

His gaze never wavers.

Growing up with his eyes on the clock,

As the others start high school and learn to drive,

He lets the time pass him by,

Becoming a man before he knows it,

Carrying all of the weight and responsibility that comes with it.

He realizes in an instant of sheer horror,

The reality of everything that he missed,

His mind going back to when he had all the time left in the world,

Remembering with regret, letting it slip by carelessly,

Taking for granted the small moments,

When nothing kept him from sitting and watching the clock tick.

He wishes with all his heart to have those moments back,

For the opportunity to use them for something meaningful,

But what's done is done, and what’s lost is lost,

And it's at this moment that the man learns the value of his time. ,

And from that day on, he never wishes away another second,

And makes the most of all the time he has left.