Of The Clock:

Those tiny little numbers
Written all over your face,
The little and the big hand
Of which our eyes do chase.

The ticking of the clock
Your motion a near standstill,
When the work is finally done
Then both my eyes can chill.

For one hour seems like two
Oh I have so much to do,
Will there be enough hours
Let me take a peek of you.

Lunch came and then it went
Because I was off the clock,
Time runs that much smoother
If you don't count the tick tocks.

Time is catching up to me
I think I need to take me a nap,
All this winding of the clock
My mind is about to snap.

Now four hours seem like six
I've got both my eyes on thee,
Will this work day ever cease
And come to an end for me.

For those heavy hands of time
That can only move so fast,
The work week is almost over
But more hours in the forecast.

The sun has finally made its way
All the hustle and bussel is done,
Now the rest of your timed life
Will be used up with some fun.

Early to bed and early to rise
Cause 5am comes so soon,
It's time to chase those minutes
That are the sun and moon.

Oh little hands of the clock
Will you do your very best,
To eat up these last few days
And make your hours not a pest.

Life is but a borrowed moment
A period of time on the clock,
For there's only so many seconds
In the life of a every tick tock.