Playing hide and seek in the deep and dark
Crypt of the Universe where shadows lurk,
Where stars SOS to distant stars
Over winding sheets of light years
I, Time, miss my errand
To set the cosmic minute hand.
Noisy gods and slumberous eyes
Work like Satan in disguise.
Forget master’s dire command,
“Sift your proprietary sand,
and keep you watch from land to land.”
Charged with dereliction of duty I stand
And Master acts as Officer in Command.
All the same the world doth turn,
Until in a childish feminine script
A post “To whomsoever it may concern”
Arriving at His daily brief
Asks, to my hope and relief,
“Why, since I lost him
Has Time stopped moving? ”
Reinstated, I,
To thank the lady, stop by.
“Oh no no no my dear, ” says my bonny lass
“Love is neither meat nor drink
Just a healthy Time-pass! ”
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