I wish that I could stop the clocks
Or pause their bold tick-tock, tick-tocks
They tick away the hours we’ve got
And hasten what will be our lot.
That minute comes without delay
When we must face our exit day
Be strong because twill meet us all
Who knows if it be spring or fall.
Arrive it does be sure of that
Don’t pack a bag, you need no hat
There’s no rewinding anywhere
For tis the end of life’s affair !