Tick

I let the clock tick away as if it were my choice, it is a silent voice, the years have now gone to decades passing all too quick while back in the early days I felt in the thick of it; a child waiting on the age to pass, a teenager wishing it would go fast, an adult working for the dream, a middle-aged king or queen, a senior citizen wakes older now, aware of the successes and mistakes retired and still questioning fate along the hour hand within seconds of the clock living between the tick and the tock.