The Hand of Time
Let I behold the hand of time, for I
fall prey to hand of he, find I his clock
henceforth am I now Father Time? To tie
the men into a bind, yes I, a block.
For time does love to hurt the blind; all those
Who look not at the clock, and thus the life
Soon pass them by; to hurt those who oppose
With pain, the dawn of next to them is strife
Stop I the life of man, am I to woe
this life of I, for life not know this time
of mine. If I am time then life does know
not so of me, and thus I wrought this rhyme
For I to hold this clock of time, and I
to lose this breath of mine, and now let lie
