servants to time
slaves to clocks
tasks for ticks
tears for tocks
curse to the young
loss to the old
digging for desolate
gods of their gold
eyes of the children
look far away
only they see
good of the day
tardy oh tardy
that corporate sin
should we smash the clocks
and live once again
could
we
Comments
celticman | October 9, 2011 - 15:21
I suppose it's a nostalgic look at what time once meant, but I think its a time that never existed.
Anne Shirley | October 10, 2011 - 07:13
Loved it. Double thumbs up :)
Larkin Williamson | October 10, 2011 - 09:59
celticman....maybe it only exists in the soul, or what the soul wants....thanks. :)
Anne...thank you....a double thank you. :)