Countdown

Numbers slipping backwards to one,
back in time to where it had begun.
Full cirlce, I had to journey on.
Back to where all this time had gone.
Find yourself where I am found
as we chase the hands around.
The unsmiling and unblinking face
of the greatest invention of this human race.
Aside from God, and aside from rhyme,
sit the bold and bolder hands of time.
One second, one minute, one sweet hour...
One true God controls this power
to the end of immemorial bliss;
to the end of Life's sweet kiss,
the wicked three wont let all be.
Thee is past, present, and future... see
for forever and ever is in these words...
for Time, it flys, away with birds.