Time's Question 5/29/05
Time is slipping by
And the hands of the clock move,
Move in a slow monotonous way
And each beat of a heart
And tick of a clock
Moves the day on its way
And the day moves the year
And the year, all time
For now we sit and say
What a day, but what is a day
Or time or anything
Isn't it strange?
Something well all know but
Cannot comprehend
End 5/29/05
Now as we sit
At our own desks
The day, the year, the thought
Come to a close
Why does it come?
In its own timely way
To seperate one from the next
Tis a sad departure for some
While others jump for joy at the thought
I am numb for I do not know
Why it ends
Why the clock ticks time away
But I know that this has come to the
End