Does N E 1 Know What Crime It Is

DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT CRIME IT IS? There once was a time when time didn’t seem like so little time A time serendipitously sublime There was once a clock that didn’t tick so fast alas now that’s all part of the past There once was a time when time took its time Now it’s been altered into a crime The sun didn’t dial the numbers as quickly And sometimes time’s speed leaves me simply sickly There once was a time when playtime never seemed to end Time, back then, was still a friend There once was a time when time wasn’t an enemy of mine And I’d go backward if there wasn’t a dead-end sign There once was a time when time could go quickly or slow A time that, in my maudlin mind, will forever glow But quickened time has taken it’s time and toll much as it must Until from your last weakened breath you softly sigh, “dust to dust” © 2011.…free cee! (for L. for her comfort, wisdom and wit, thanks sis!)