Time That Bald Sexton

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