Seventeen Hundred Hours

The way that time moves around
everyone has a shot at that time
what goes round comes around
it happens so to earn that dime

All over the world whether it's sun
even the stormy winds or just rain
the clock always hits that note
someone out there's part of the chain

In so many places workers head home
at this dramatic hour it's frantic
so busy on highway with little space
at these times life feels so plastic

Seventeen hundred hours
where then will you be?
remember it's just a moment
in a minute it's gone you'll see!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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