Tick. Tick. Tick.

Each day just goes so fast I turn around - it’s past

Like raindrops down the glass
the hours escape my grasp.

I'll hold your pointed hands
I'll muffle your solemn chimes

I'll ... tick tick tick
You still can talk?
I plead. I cry.
You move. You mock.
And life is measured
by a clock.

Our Carry On Tuesday Prompt was this line from an old song. "Each day just goes so fast. I turn around--it's past".