Tic Tic

The tic tic of time...
Death's icey fingers approaching us slowly or quickly...
For we know not what tomorrow brings...
The tide never retreats nor does the wind cease to blow...
The world marches on no matter the fallen or left behind...
It's that constant tic tic of time that makes you feel every year...
It makes you realize what is real...
It never wanes or stumbles...
It pauses not for even an instant...
And when we finally grasp it's meaning, it is far too late...
So dread the tic tic you hear, for it only means a tic closer to the end...