Father Time

Father Time keeps marching

on all around the world.

Tick tock, tick tock,

the hands keep moving round,

tick tock, tick tock,

they’re moving up and down.

Tick tock, tick tock,

it seems they never stop;

tick tock, tick tock,

the rhythm of the clock.

First its morning; then its night;

time to go to bed.

Soon the morning sun will shine,

time to raise your head.

Tick tock, tick tock,

another day is here;

Tick tock, tick tock,

now fill your day with cheer.

Tick tock, tick tock,

go out and have some fun,

Tick tock, tick tock,

too soon the day is done

Tick tock, tick tock, don’t let it get away,

Or you will have to wait another day.

Shirley Binkley

Cedar View Apartments

shrobi53@gmail.com