The Clock...

Tick Tock Tick Tock,
merrily runs the clock,
heralding, the flow of time,
master of us puppets, in its power sublime.

Tick Tock Tick Tock...

Its control over us, one cannot sway,
tries of dreamers and cowards ended in dismay,
but most, stare at it for a moment, as if to see,
whether the sand still trickles down, ever so free?

In this world,

a few are to be joyful, a few to be glum,
as ordained by the lord, in the times to come,
but WE, of our future know not a sound,
hidden as it is by hands three and a face round...

Tick Tock Tick Tock...

Common folk, genii, and Mighty Kings,
are all occupied by the joys life brings,
but offer them to have whatever they may,
observe, as they shall ask, for more hours in a day...

Tick Tock Tick Tock...

Get on with your work, as the hour bell does chime
but take a glance at the powerful window, clock,
as it shows you the flow of river time.