Time That Bald Sexton

Danielson Famile

I got no sense of time

The second hand slaps

Me oh so silly

And insults my character now

For I

Like my

Mood to lead me

I walk in to your room

Prepared with reasons I can't join

You for this whole after noon

I just got one day

Of writing it all down

And oh so here I go

I must seize all my time by

Grabbing this old clock setter

By his bald

Grey forelock

All wasted on the job

My life span quickly shortening

And rushing and only half done

Can't remember how old that I am

Not one minute to sit

I look so busy you don't

Bother not anymore to

Ask for my help

Not a yelp

I must seize all my

Time by

Grabbing this clock

Setter by his grey forelock

And at this very same moment

Take this task at hand

The one that landed

Right in my lap

When folks refuse to see

How much is too much

I shall turn away

Then to thee

In thee great chronicle

Of wasted

Time through these years

Sleeping does not appear now

I must seize all my

Time by

Grabbing this

Clock setter by his

Grey forelock

And at this very same moment

Take this task at hand

The one that landed

Right

In my lap

When folks refuse to see

How much is too much

I shall turn away

And to thee

For time is man's problem

A gift from dad with a

Plan and

The means to complete