Editor's Note: Last week I received the terrible news that one of my writers had been killed in a terrible car crash. Upon learning it was Pesha Leah Azoulay, I immediately searched my email to find our last correspondence. In doing so, I saw that we had been in touch just over a year ago, right after her marriage. What I hadn't realized was that she had since sent another poetry submission that I had somehow overlooked. In reading it, I am overwhelmed at the depth her message now has. I wish Pesha had known that this was being published as I know it gave her great joy. For now I can only hope that her words will remind others of how precious our time is in this world, and how greatly she utilized hers. May her family be comforted in their enormous loss.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
Glancing up at the clock,
The sound it makes resounds within,
So many mixed messages lie therein.

Tock Tick, Tock Tick,
Does time move on slow or quick?
Looking back, time is passing all too fast,
And yet it crawls by when we’d like it to pass.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock
That sound gives quite a shock,
When there are so many things we need to do,
Yet the day's gone by, it's almost through.

Tock Tick, Tock Tick,
To our choices, we must stick,
It’s frustrating to hear that ticking sound,
Cuz, what’s done is done, time can’t turn around.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
Time can seem like a rock,
Solid still, inert, nothing will penetrate,
When there's something special to anticipate.

Tock Tick, Tock Tick,
It can be akin to a candle wick,
On which the flame consumes the wax,
Ablaze, but, impossible to get it back.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
If only we could control the clock,
Special moments are worth repeating,
Yes, sometimes it seems oh so fleeting.

Tock Tick, Tock Tick,
Change is automatic,
It’s obvious that things don’t stay the same,
That begs the question, is the clock to blame?

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
Does life revolve around the clock?
Or does the clock revolve around what we do?
You decide, because I’ve got work I must go to!