Lost Time

Tick tock, tick tock said the weary clock, Her arms are never still; They keep on going round and round, They still have time to kill. The hours are few yet time gets lost, As she goes her lonesome way; Dressed to the nines she rings her chimes, Never to count a spendthrift day. Yet time is giving all it can, As minutes and hours fly by; For the hours of time are never kind, Knowing time will always fly. The arms of time never cease, They never keep up with the day; The trod around their plodding path, They have no time to play. Tick tock. tick tock turn back the clock, The hours have been lost; As minutes and hours add up to years, While time is counting the cost. There is time to spend and time to steal, For time runs hot and cold; And as we turn the taps to run, There's time to be young and never grow old.