On my way to work I drove upon a Work Van,
It was advertising for Clock Repair
with am image of Big Ben with two broken hands
I thought to myself instead of flying by,
Would I want to repair all my time?
Could I accept the effect of the repaired, all my time?
What would I re-do with it,,
I mean what would I really, really do with it?
Then I looked down at my time on the dash,
I realized I'm now in need of some clock repair....and cash.
Now I'm running late,
No more time to waste,
Thinking such thoughts,
As the re-do of that great date,
Or the time me and my brothers stayed up late!
Or maybe a few more moments with my Mom...
that last Tuesday night that we dinned.
Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015
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