The Hour Slips a Glove

I saw the clock wink - oh, how rude! It danced away in its Sunday suit. My mirror lied (but just a smidge), And time? It tap-danced off the bridge. Tick-tock, slick talk Aging’s just a parlor trick! Raise your glass, laugh too loud, We’re wilting roses, bold and proud. Tick-tock, lips locked Steal a kiss before the slip, The hour slips a glove, my dear, And vanishes with a tip. My heels once clicked like metronomes, Now they click for tired bones. But who needs grace when you’ve got flair? I’ll flirt with shadows, if they dare. Tick-tock, heart shock Powder up and strike a pose! Life’s a cabaret in flames, And we’re the queens who light the shows. Tick-tock, don’t stop Time may scratch, but we don’t bleed, We pour champagne on every year, And drink it back with greed. Oh darling… The candles melt, the dresses fade… But memory wears rouge and never forgets a shade. Tick-tock, door’s locked Throw away the dainty key. Age can chase me through the halls, But won’t catch up with me. Tick-tock, grand clock You can chime your final chime… But I’ll still sing in satin dreams One last ragtime. ...