Time by Glena M Waterhouse
Time,
It goes by day after day.
Never stopping,
Or waiting,
For a person to catch up with it.
It slips through your fingers'
Like strawberry gelatin.
Can't it ever stop?
Just for one minute?
Maybe,
Just maybe long enough for man
To get his head his head straight.
But too soon the familiar sound comes back...
Tick.....Tock.....Tick.....Tock.....Tick.....Tock
The clock on the wall shall never never stand still,
And if it does,
Time still passes away.
Man shall never catch up with time.
It's time for man, to slow down,
And Think before doing.