The clock of time ticks on and on

And each moment coming will soon be gone,

But even though these ticks are even in length,

They are quite different in emotional strength.

Just one tick can have joy and endless love,

A faith in what is up above,

A hug, a kiss, a loving smile.

Can make one tick last for endless miles.

Yet, a hundred ticks can be a boring trek.

A parade of humdrum that makes a man a wreck,

For though he has time, he has such dejection,

For he is missing the gem of human connection.

I’d rather have one tick full of life

Then one thousand of boring strife.

And by days and years is your life not defined,

For the quality of love trumps the quantity of time