The hands of time we long to control
To go back and play a different role
With forethought and a dsciplined mind
More thoughtful and more kind
But this can never be true
For time, has its hold on you
For each moment, there is no return
Each word is out, to heal or burn
Actions now held to account
Loved ones gone, no longer about
Time are you cruel or kind?
Precious or a waste of mine?
You force my hand to slow my pace
You remind me life is not a race
You anger me!
We’ve no hope to be free
We must surrender and we must pray
That the morrow be a better day.
Respecting the hands on the old the clock
Singing to the rhythm of each tock.
About the Creator
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