Biological Clock Poetry: Tick, Tick

  Tick, tick the clock goes It ticks away as the minute of the day Tick, tick it ticks away the time of life And ticks the things made in life Tick, tick the bird calls Tick, tick like a sounding gong Reminding us that time has passed Passed to have more fun, Passed to... Continue Reading →

Dishing out unprintable sex To his opposite genders Streaming his third leg to every open passage Loosing his strength to youth, His sweetness to jokes Told from flirts He became wise dancing to the drum of one beat, As his silver hairs grew.

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