A Cracked Clock Face Poem by Daniel Parker

The hands of time keep moving, the seconds pass us by,
We lose many hours standing still,
Yet time should not be wasted, it only makes you cry,
It drives some men to murder, mame and kill,

To share each passing moment, embrace all that we love,
To smile at all the wonders of the Earth,
To stare in pure amazement, at the beauty of a dove,
To cherish all the joy of someone's birth,

For life is but a blessing, no moment ever sure,
The paths we walk are ours to choose alone,
Lost time is like a cancer, we'll never find a cure,
One sin of which we never will atone.