GRAVE

Hello, little time man,heres my demand.Tick-tock,Tick-tock please stop the clock.where is the short hand,the long hand knocks.There is seconds aiming for the spot.                                                                                                    Hey little time man where's the short hand.                                                                                                                 Why the hurry in this much worry,seconds are gone far far on the beyond.                                                               Leaving history with the future as a mystery...With a love one gone in a flow of sanguine.                                           Tears in your eyes and trust in your throat,there they go in a sarcophagus home.