Time to Go

Tickety, tock, the time stream flows,
And I can tell you were it goes,
So take that finger out of your nose
And listen up get on those toes

Time goes behind, comes from ahead
And with some time, we’ll all be dead
But please forget what I’ve just said
Unless you want a life of dread

There’s lots of ways to pass the time
You can do like me, and make things rhyme
You can widdle a flute, or bang a chime
You can bake a cake, or squeeze a lime

You can learn the Tango, of go to France
You can wear your shirt like a pair of pants
You can sit all day and watch the ants
You can think about life’s shoulds and shants

You can spend your time just cutting cheese
You can learn a language, like Japanese
You can pray to God, down on your knees
You can even collect things, like keys…or peas…or fleas…or rare LPs…or geez! I should just shut up
Because,
You can waste your time if you please
But the moments of others, don’t waste these