the stuff of gold

i have a chunk of time

a hunk of chunk of time

no corked bottle

but a crystal goblet

filled with sparkling possibilities

and possibilities for sparkle

 

tick tock, tick tock

goes my hunk of chunk of time

 

i could dance til’ I’m dizzy

or sit like a lady

sing a song of sixpence

or rock an 80’s tune

maybe read a Tolstoy novel

or a book by Dr. Seuss

 

tick tock, tick tock

goes my hunk of chunk of time

 

i could be outrageously silly

or somber and stately

bake almond biscotti

or lick frosting off oreos

perhaps do something backwards

like eat breakfast after lunch

 

tick tock, tick tock

goes my hunk of chunk of time

 

the stuff of gold

this hunk of chunk of time

a whole lot of nothing

or a bunch of something

slipping through my fingers

whether I do or do not

 

tick tock, tick tock

goes my hunk of chunk of time