I woo with greener grass
on the other side of the clock.
Everyone dreams in new beginnings
while carrying the weight of never change.
Tick Tock, you are you, move forward or slip back..
The tin you wear doesn’t have to hinder the gold you can become.
If you wish for flowers you never plant, tomorrow
will be as empty as today.
I am a clock you watch and minutes you can’t keep.
Don’t call me a devil if you write plans to fail.
Excuses are more comfortable than forming blisters
while tending your garden of dreams.
©Susie Clevenger 2019