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!)
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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