The Hands of Time

The Hands of Time By Franklin Price 5/28/2016 The hands of time are turning On a clock that's analog The rooster's crowing morning And he's waking up the dog The dog is barking crazily At something that he hears The Sun on the horizon Makes the clouds of day appear The numbers on the digital Alarm change one by one Moving there sequentially They never will be done The seconds zoom the minutes pass The hours cruise on by There is no way of stopping them No matter how you try When the alarm awakens you Get out of bed and dance Enjoy your time with others But don't forget your pants Go through the day as if you own it When the night falls sing a tune To go to bed a little happier Try howling at the moon