Clock Repair

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.