Due Time

Big hand
Little Hand
Please move at a pace
Not too fast for the other
But enough for the race

Still he moves to chase
But she leaves him behind
He still ticks and move
Hoping she stops and rewind

After awhile a bell rings at noon
But he still chase and hope she'll recognize soon

Big hand little hand
One day will bind
Some hour
Some minute
I hope in due time


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