Mister Time moves with ease through each day.
Nothing can stop him. He’ll always occur.
Regardless of if you find your way,
He’ll pass you right by; of this I am sure.
Time has a busy schedule, you see
He’s got places to go, deadlines to beat.
You may think of Time as fleeting, or free,
But Time always has promises to keep.
He’ll only fly faster when doing fun things,
And he’ll always run away with youth.
Time takes so much, it really does sting.
Time is real fickle, that’s just the truth.
But shadows of past make Time no less bright,
There is good that he brings in his way.
He guides lady sorrow out of the night,
And he brings her to the mourning of day.
Time without Time is no great delight,
So we follow as he goes as he may.
And if one should ask him of his plight,
With a clockwise smile he’d turn and say:
“Without me there is no ‘here’ before now,
And sapling would never become tree.
Man’d never see work from the sweat of the brow,
And comedy would just be tragedy.
“Were I not here, you might just then find
That no meaning springs forth without end.
For life is sweet, and with beauty lined,
It’s for this that I continue to tend.”
And so I say farewell old friend,
Though “old” doesn’t really apply..
You’ve got no meaning, you’ve got no end,
Good-bye, Mister Time, Good-bye.