Since my birth I’ve been finding time
Losing it with every find
Many years now past my prime
And in its wrap I lay twined
Between its arms, the time’s blurred
It rocks the cradle of history
The second arm really its third
And all quizzed over its mystery
Silent and stealthy in its stride
But makes a sound every hour
Make believe the folks that side
It is housed in the Big Ben tower
In leisure new air I don and fawn
And watch time play angel and elf
Think of times I had and gone
While time from me steals itself
Motorcade of memories dull and sublime
Uncried tears that couldn’t spill
Thwarted gravity and twist of time
While times thievery went on at will
In corridors of time tomorrow
I hope a nuance you’ll find
In sifting through another’s sorrow
Maybe time to you wasn’t unkind