Time passing slow or fast
When you wish the moment would hold
When you think the end is in sight
And you want a moment behind you.
That left finger on the dial
Seems to know just when to stop.
The swaying pendulum, an instant hangs in the balance
Seconds not minutes tick by
The haunting sound of the beating time keeper
Dividing every day into hours, minutes and seconds.
Each Carriage, Sundial and Bracket
Turning the moment you dread into one to forget.
The chime, the bell, the alarm, the tick
The tock that lets you know
That time has arrived.
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