Ticking poem I wrote for R

Time.
It moves on.
It grows strong.
Like the water shapes rocks.
Full of hard knocks.
Keep moving
Keep fighting
Keep going with flow.
Make that river grow.
Because that river? Its your life.
Never in slow-mow.
Time.
The clock ticks.
The fickle get thick.
The thick get sour.
Hours and hours, they pass.
Pass so quick.
So be a superhero.
Be the tick.
Be the tock.
Be anything, you rock.
Time moves on.
Always.
So don't waste it.