Not the Priority

 

Tick tock, tick tock,

Whispers the clock,

Time is running out,

Life is running out.

Blood gushed onto the floor,

Rushing around in a panic,

Make the call now,

Something is not right.

This can’t happen again,

We have to go we cannot stay,

Life is so precious, yet it often can’t stay,

Waiting around to be held.

Sit down, your turn will come eventually,

The doctor will be out as soon as he can,

Tick tock, tick tock,

Whispers the clock.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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