If time were a woman

It would go by real slow

She'd pause each moment

Afraid to let go

If time were a child

It would have busier hands

Though it still well may be

It already demands

No..time is a man

Because he rambles on

The same old direction

The sands even yawn

Hours unchanging

No numbers redrawn

Time's been a man

Since the Parthenon

He marches onward

Passing each dawn

Time is a man

But he's almost gone