To That Certain One Poem by Christopher McKay

Oh the sands co'er the land under-time waves at hand,
tick tock cried the clock-
twas once so loud.
But be thy heart under moon?
so time etched itself in too soon,
and I waste beneathe the silver cloud,
oh tick tock says the clock.
And thy press be printed neat
For shall I take a seat
and applaud at the act thy performed.
Oh may the audience roar.
For twas once a great show
but only if they all could know
that its but an act in store
and applaud at the act thy performed.