O, Father Time

That Father Time
No dad of mine
He came to see
The work I'd done
With riddled rhyme
And rigid thoughts
In a fragrant, smooooooth
Pleasant lyric.

But

I said to time,
“You have no place
To hold me to
Your pointless race
On abstract tracks
Devoid of space
No depth but what
I give it.”

And

I think I'll watch
My own damn clock,
Those loving hands
And the smiling face
You're just a watch
You heartless thing
No dad of mine,
O Father Time.