BY: William McCurrach
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock goes the clock,
Each day goes on, and does not stop,
The sun shall rise and it will set,
Life begins and ends for all,
IT is not like playing ball.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock,
As we all head to our endings
and our own stop.
Days become nights,
Nights become days,
Just remember to treat all you know fairly and kind,
For, in the end, that is what will make you a fine memory in their mind.
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock, ALL.