The Clock a song

Tick, tock, tick, tock .

Time is passing but

Here in the hall 

There ’s only  my ticking, 

No !  Not any more

I’m getting down off this wall ..

Hey, wobble, wobble, I can do it.. I can fall….….

WHeEE— whirrrr….. plop, plop, ….ACH!  

Aahhhh

I’m gonna see what’s beyond 

WOW! 

Here I am - about to be 

Part of the real thing - 

Yay!  Tick tick, tick, tick , It’s  happening! 

A  dog barks, then stops

At those kids down the block

She wants his balloon.  He won’t let it go!

She’s grabbing, he’s grabbing,  

It’s gone , up and  flown, 

But the kids don’t care -

Now they’re flying a drone.  

Is that what they mean by time.

Look,  a clown’s  doing tricks

And each one goes

In a blink of an eye

Then it’s over, it’s gone . 

It was just passing by.

Is that what they mean by time?

And music flows - and there it goes.

I feel like slowing with the adagio  larghetto 

But when it’s quick I make a dash and zip , 

And presto !  time seems to zip  -     But no - 

My ticking is still a boring, exacting,

Tick, tick, ticking

Pulsating  tedious  - Ratio.

So this is what it’s like to be part of it all - 

While seconds tick and hours show, 

The  raindrops drip, then sunset falls,     

 It’s time going by - never saw it , you know

Only those shadows that fell on the wall

Always knew that time passed -

How could I not, 

After all, I’m a clock

But I’m not going back to the hall

To be hung on a wall

Where all I can do is…ttktktktktktktktktktk

I wanna  tick, I wanna tock

Where time races or crawls;

Dogs bark , trees bud,   kids yell “play ball!”

Lovers fall. 

Time moves on, the game comes to an end 

And then there is more - More - More 

This is what they mean by Time - 

And I’ wanna be ,

Have to be,

Gotta be,

Going to be - 

BOING !

A part of it all. 

Copyright: susan kohn green