It's the hour that locks us in and devours the minutes that makes up the day,the hour that boils in the saucepans of man and makes the dish that makes men wish there was more,the hour that laughs at us,looks and dismisses us,picks us and dishes us up.
Every minute I see every hour will be one more second to go and we know where they go,
to the locker room of gloom where the hour of doom is at hand,let us smile for the hour is yet but a mile from the door,one minute more,one minute past,one minute to last me a lifetime.