“Time” – by Benny Anderson

There are twelve clocks in the house but still it seems there is never enough time.
You go to the kitchen to get chocolate milk for your young spindly son
But when you return he has grown too old for chocolate milk and demands beer,
girls, and revolution
You must make the most of time while you have it.

Your daughter brings their newborn infant home for you to watch while they go to
the theater
But while they are away, the child graduates with some difficulty from the twelfth
grade
You must make the most of time while you have it

You photograph your hitherto beautiful young wife with full-bodied gypsy
headscarf
And an opulent fountain in the background but no sooner is the picture developed
that she announces it is her turn to sign up for social security

Where has our time gone, was it ever really there at all
We must make the most of our time and be in our time in such a way
That we will be ready when we call home
And hear the machine say—are you trying to reach 566-4400, I am sorry
That number is no longer in service