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