time replaced by time

in my youth time stood still
like a broken watch I didn't want to fix
years tick by and the time seems to fly
that watch is losing it's luster

I look at my watch and it looks back and laughs
because it knows I cannot rewind it
it has come to life all on it's own
I hide it but somehow I find it

I grow older and the watch is replaced
by a big old grandfather clock
it's wise and aware
of just how fast
it's passing of time shocks me.
we find out who we are when we find out who we love
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  • Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,
    When time is broke and no proportion kept!
    So is it in the music of men's lives.
    And here have I the daintiness of ear
    To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string;
    But for the concord of my state and time
    Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
    I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
    For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
    My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
    Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
    Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
    Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
    Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
    Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,
    Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
    Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time
    Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy,
    While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock.
    This music mads me; let it sound no more;
    For though it have holp madmen to their wits,
    In me it seems it will make wise men mad.

    Shakespeare, from "Richard The Second", Act five, scene five.
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