Big Ben Chimes

Big Ben chimes

An hour of the present becomes a mile of the past.

My weary head slips off to sleep

Hearing the last tick of the clock,

Before I wake to catch a distant tock.

Time is lost to me,

Gone forever.

 

Big Ben chimes

An hour of the present becomes a mile of the past.

My rested head wakes to face another day

As I catch the first tick of the clock,

Before I go to sleep hearing the last tock of the day.

Time is lost to my dreaming self,

Gone forever.

 

The End

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