The Colour of Time

In this world, everyone looks at it for it controls all of our life from day of birth till one's last breath it can't be cut not even by a knife This comes in many a colour being yellowy fear in one's work for bad timekeepers soon found out so out the door, they go no doubt Then comes the bluesy doom effect cold in mood watch time in the night next day so tired having no sleep baggy eyes such a sorry sight During holiday time among the oranges lying in the sand looking up so bright one big orange so fully warm shines down minutes forgotten skin non-white Look up at that post office clock always correct so bright and red somebody knows their job so exact the colour of time it's alive, not dead