C Sharp on a Clef

And time jumped up on your shoulders and wept,

And made you forget,

And forget to forget.

Or rhyme crept up on your shoulders and slept.

So that all that was left

Were the dreams you forget.

Yes, the dreams when you wake

That you often forsake.

It was a child's dream

That someone once wove.

With the wheat they had reft.

C Sharp for a Clef

But there’s so little time left.

I’m sure I’ll forget, so let pass on,

And let me be left.