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Tic Away

by Thomas K. Hunt

There's an old man who lives all alone
Deep inside a world of his own
No one knows the pain that he feels
No one knows his wounds that won't heal
He's all alone when darkness falls
Sitting in the shadows of his own four walls
And when morning comes it brings no relief
Just another day in his life of grief
As the seconds tic away stealing his time
He doesn't see it as much of a crime
Tic away
Tic away
Tic away
Tic away



04/08/2005

Author's Note: Harry Balcom was my inspiration For this one He was a great guy to be around. Him and Grampa Pat Marshall would tell us kids some tales. Fun memories that stay with you.

Posted on 04/08/2005
Copyright © 2024 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 04/08/05 at 08:40 AM

Sad...we all end up this way though, in reality we are all alone.

Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/09/05 at 06:07 AM

oh I know an old man like that. Truly sad. Great read.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/14/05 at 08:28 AM

Another great poem, Thomas, where the rhyme scheme drives the poem, rather than making me aware of it. Yes, in a way, the shape is almost like a grandfather clock. It's on my favorites list, because heaven knows, I've had times I've felt like that. Great work!
~Chelle~

Posted by Paul Marino on 05/13/05 at 04:59 AM

i agree with shannon. wow.

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