Sifting through the sands of words <br />that with a ticking clock <br />fall upon the screen of life <br />tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. <br /> <br />Watching all the memories <br />that with a bright projector <br />are screened upon the mind <br />rushing past, rushing past. <br /> <br />All the people passing in the street <br />with aims of diverse kinds <br />briefly my awareness meet <br />walking fast, walking fast. <br /> <br />Where do they go <br />where do they go <br />into the past with time <br />tick tock, tick tock, tick tock <br />unmoving I simply watch <br />as they all go by.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/observation-point-2/
