Time
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
BY THE Wind IT'S Blown
OUR History IT Will Mold *
IT'S Stories Told From Young TO OLD
IT'S Tick's, IT'S Tock's...IT'S Tone
IN SCI-FI IT'S A Zone
BY Candles, Clock's AND Watches 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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