What time is it? I ask,
And look at the Clock.
But the Clock says nothing.
And look at the Clock.
But the Clock says nothing.
What time is it? I ask again,
But the Clock remains mute.
Frustrated now, I ask once more:
What time is it?
And the clock replies,
'Tis time to stop, and think, and feel,
And be yourself, with joy!
'Tis time to stop, and think, and feel,
And be yourself, with joy!
What kind of answer is that? I cry;
A clock that can't tell time?
It must be a nightmare,
with no reason or rhyme!
For minutes and hours I rant and I rave,
Then I stop, and quietly say,
Time is Now, or it is not.
And to the Clock I say,
Thank you, my friend!
© 2015 Donald C. Rice Jr.
