Tick tock there goes the clock.

What can I do to make it stop.

Just pause for a few.

I need to catch my breath, phew!

Tick tock there goes the clock.

Can someone slow it down?

I can’t have grey hair, at least not right now.

Tick tock there goes the clock.

I found another wrinkle under my eyes.

Oh no what happened to my thighs?

No thank you, I don’t like pie.

Tick tock there goes the clock.

Can someone please make it STOP!

With a kid in college and the other almost there, I now have time to stop and care.

Mirror Mirror on the freaking wall.

What the hell happened?

What are all these scars?

And the mirror answered back.

Tick tock I will have to stop the clock.

I will explain from the bottom to the top.

By Alkisa Toribio

Single Mom/One day I noticed!

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