Author Information
Time
Time.
This old year is dying, not long now to live.
Her time is nearly up thoughts turn around to forgive.
Forgive us all our failings, all those past discretions.
We look towards the new filled with Human apprehensions.
She dies with all our blessings, some times were good and some they were quite bad,
Time is deeply mourned,
But it is a launching pad.
Memories they never die, a years worth captured time.
Feelings change each day with the sounding of a chime.
We all face a new year of which we do not know,
Nobody likes a change we prefer the status quo.
Life itself goes on it"'"s a bitch we have no brakes,
If only we had a good reverse to cure all our mistakes .
Analogue or digital time is tick then tock,
It owns us bloody all Mans only stumbling block.
We think we rule this world our minds are growing strong
Yet the seconds pass us by unhindered all day long.
If only we could save good time, and banish all the bad.
Have complete control, with a timing program pad.
But we know the truth, yes we all would just fast forward.
Life it would be so short, all be it so straightforward.
Let us stick with what we know, time it passes, sigh.
It makes us laugh it makes us cry then it says goodbye
So just make up your own mind, come the leaving bells
The year is gone time moves on we say a fond farewell.
But..
Time it never stops, it just goes on and on.
There is nothing you can do, to stop another dawn.
It is good then maybe bad, a Jekyll then a Hyde.
All that we have in common is…
Time is so worldwide.
