Elbow Room

A few days and a life is different
A second later something transforms
Break a thousand hour glasses
The sands of time wont cease to fall

They roll their windows up
Hold tight there umbrellas as they walk
Lose there shades in the yesterday of sunshine
The dust settles over the sunblock

Winds of change strangle the flickering candle
What enmity, what fowl play?


The hands of the l'il clock on the wall
Mould him everyday,tune him,control him
And he can not but play-
The puppet of time

End of another month,
She turns the page on the calendar
A swish of her hand, come autumn.
It was summer a page before.

Her laugh's a cough now
Her playful twirling skirt but a stupor
She lies in bed and beside her
He holds her hand another time

Lost and Found and lost again
No craftsman can work so fine
To reverse the slip, the spill, the fall, the loss
That could bring back time

They try to adjust the 'hands' the 'pages'
They try to invent the time machine
She shuts her eyes, in vain does he tighten his grip
And before he knows it -its time.