Time

Standing still
the hands tick away
slowly turning
time passes the day

the sunrises
people stretch
moving quickly
traffic, what a wretch

busy days
passing by
so much time
but none to say "hi"

ticking away
the hand turns round
now time for lunch
everyone's restaurant bound.

after the meal
slow the time goes
rest and relax
why, no one knows

finally the work day ends
founding home
time ticks,
traffic moves slow

with dinner gone
sleep comes fast
somber and tired
lay in the bed of iron cast.