Time marches on, like a soldier with only one purpose
To get through the course and get back to watch T.V.
And maybe kick back with some popcorn and a cold drink,
And rest up for the next person to come along
Because moving along at warp speed is a tough job,
But someone’s got to do it, and Time is it
Time’s used to being cursed at, most of the TIME.
But every once in a while, someone thanks
Him, or is time a her?, for going so fast
When that person faces something not-so-good
Then, that Time move so quickly, is a welcome thing
But most of the TIME, Time’s a dirty word