Time
IT'S Wick's Burn Fast AS WE AGE
LET'S Learn IT'S Past AND Heed Each Page
OUR Memories IT Will Hold
AND BY THE Wind IT'S Blown
OUR History IT Will Mold
IT'S Stories Told From Young TO OLD
IN SCI-FI IT'S A Zone
IT'S Tick's, IT'S Tock's...IT'S Tone
BY Candles, Clock's AND Watches IT'S Shown
Those TWO Hand's...They Come A Knockin'
OR Still IT Stands...BY Cameras Cloned
Some Take A Chance N' Rock IT!
Made FOR MAN TO Understand
IT'S Sometimes Planned
Made BY THE Divine
IT'S IN Demand
It's TIME..
BY Matt McQueeney
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