My Old Time Clock
I once had this old time clock
The clock and I, we always fought
Did it keep time, well I think not
As I watched it waste away
The second hand would spin and spin
As the clocks face would sit and grin
Knowing full well the state I was in
With every growing day
The minute hand from left to right
Quickly swept past my life
Who granted this, who gave it right
Who signed off the okay
Hour by hour time kept taunting me
With no time left for sympathy
Where you reach the cost, times no longer free
And you find it hard to save
Time at hand will not stand still
Never has and never will
Time works best with time to kill
As I watched it waste away
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