WORLD OF TIME
From the hands of time to the international
We take our time from Greenwich, the hourglass is
Our sand of time.
Wrist watches, stop watches, twelve months in a year,
Fifty two weeks, three hundred and sixty five days.
Twenty four hours to our day, is it long enough to
Live and play?
Minutes disappear, seasons tick away.
We work about eight hours with what we do,
Forty hours a week, we're never through.
Maybe two days off, forty eight hours to rest,
Only so much time to love and visit with anyone.
Time to feed the kids, time to feed the dog,
Not enough time to stay young, awake and start the clock,
A world of time, always on the mind.
Like the way the time words sing in this
Thanks for reading.
On Sat, Nov 6, 2021 at 7:41 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote: