Father Time has a very fine pedigree
His face it stretches from sea to sea
He’s a Nobel Laureate spreading joy around
Warning us, applauding, discovery unbound
Grandfather clock, soft metronome corner
The hour strike startles little Jack Horner
Supper at 6, Christmas pie on his table
Better get eating, while he’s still able
Pelican treasure ship, pirate saint Francis, Drake
Adventurer Cook, Discovery, keeping life awake
Time waits for no one, that’s what they say
Pleased to go gentle into this good day
My pattern is set by Francis Bacon
Order the chaos inside my aching
Desire to prove I’ll reach you now
With charm and beauty; my sacred vow
Music to your ears, drink wine, awake
The butler he preens and dresses my cake
Speak to me, pleading, to the mother of reason
Time with you here; not a short season
Little child, I’m under 30 and you trust me
Father time, over 80, now the wise man. See!
And in-between I slave and slip; do you believe?
My dancing, flowers in my hair, I’m alive
How many ways to build this fine castle
When given 3 or 4 minutes by that rascal
Time waits for no man, not me or you
So, dance to the music, play the revue
The curtain is waiting, with me in the wings
I’m the top Top Cat, who brazenly stings
Father time, I pass the baton, unwind, lie down
Before I go, rejoice, let you wear that crown
©Christopher 2017/2020 [email protected]