Monday 10 October 2016

Ten, the Tone

Ten, the tone that rings the clock
Been waiting for this hour.
At three and four I thought I'd stop
But proves I'm just a coward.
I saw you once as what you were
But lied myself believed
Quick to batt an eye or two
I had myself deceived.
As hours round the year again
Your presence didn't miss
With every waking minute than
Your name fell off my list.
Came the suitors here and there
I'm all but fare to greet
I kept one a time or two
Though never in the sheet.
Why the longing face of mine?
Most quick to jump the bones.
I know to well this feeling I've
Reset the clock all lone.