The Face of Time
Her hands, they apprehended me
Her face, they tensed and locked
She really had me oh so good
When she went and took my…clock
Yes, clock I said, because of time
She stole it all from me
If I don’t get it back real soon
I may be history
Without knowing what time it is
I can never again be sure
Of time and how to spend it
I may be “nevermore”
Oh my word, please fix my clock
Then bring back all good
And we can watch the hands then spin
Just as we often should
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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