Whenever I return to my family home

The clock on the wall

Stands alone

Looking down on us all.

 

I have composed rhyme

To women and wine

And the clock on the wall

Watches us all.

 

We laugh

And time slips away.

As the clock on the wall

Looks down on us all.

 

One day

Someone will be gone

And the clock on the wall

Will tick on

Just the same.

 

For Time is blind

And the clock knows not

Who has gone

And who remains.

Who has