Young Writers Society

I feel like the gears of the clockwork’s respective hands.

Minutes for the ex-pend-i-tures,

Seconds for the qualms.

Time keeps its lonely beat,

As we all move beyond…

Awaken, my liege, do not cease to be,

“I think therefore I am” should be your philosophy.

Pay heed to the clock, watch the hands move.

Too much! A minute behind; best run and hurry!

You’ve saved yourself quite the trifle,

Dodged the expenditures.

Awakened at least, fed beyond fast,

Now it is time for the scissors.

Snap away the bonds of home,

For now you have the stifling school.

A second too soon? A second too late?

No qualms have grown! No, you fool! 

Ciencias naturales, a report due on time,

Ciencias sociales, fallen just behind,

Dash to your classes, dash past your rashes,

Must not drop a beat, or you fall into the street!

For you know it is a harsh world out there,

The domino tipped spawns cold hairs.

Have you a mind? A brain? A soul?

No time for that- cannot let the falling dominoes control!

I feel like the gears of the clockwork’s respective hands.

Minutes for the ex-pend-i-tures,

Seconds for the qualms.

Time keeps its lonely beat

As we all move beyond…

El desayuno cripples in your stomach,

No, el almuerzo does not flush it out,

Oh, save the fact - a little in-di-ges-tion of the stomach

Never hurt a fly, do try!

Physical education, it did not work away your doubts.

Mathematics, too, you felt the bout,

Have you forgotten your backpack? The notebook? The pen?

Oh, the qualms and expenditures,

High past 10 at 2’s gone an’ been!

“English, what the irony,

To teach me what I already know!” you say fleetingly.

Yet you pay heed of the clock, the one you know doth well.

Dash out of school, when you hear the bell.

You hope you make it home, sure and swell,

Every second is an eternity, and you know well,

Gone past the door, the little clammy ail,

-ment, into your homework – gosh, to tell!

“Give ‘er a rest, child,” he might say,

Heed not his words, nor his foray,

It is time only to you that matters, as it has always been,

A to F to minus to plus – To whom does it matter?

As long as you drink up every moment of time, the ol’ gin of sweet, sweet lime…

I feel like the gears of the clockwork’s respective hands.

Minutes for the ex-pend-i-tures,

Seconds for the qualms.

Time keeps its lonely beat

As we all move beyond…

“Thank you for your time, good sir,”

Old Father Time shivers,

“You’ve done a turn o’ your life,

Now you sit watching the TV fife”

“May you have a good brief benign—

Time, yes, indeed.

Let the hours slip by, go to sleep,

Awaken again, as I grow stronger in your strife…”

“…you may suppose that quality is rife,

With failure, oh, indeed!

Must be quantity, one to keep,

Or else you shall not have sleep!”

Oh, to what I would give, to be one of the Spanish,

Estan un familia centro personas, indeed.

Mi tiempo libre, tu tiempo libre,

No ser usa para perozoso tiempo!

“El tiempo es el oro,” said Benjamin Franklin,

And what, to say, do we maintain this imbalance?

Do not let time be the maker of your fate,

Nor the lackadaisical hound be the contriver of your abate

-tion, for in the end,

Let us not be lazy, when we can be alive,

Let us not be too busy, when we can be inteligente.

I feel like the gears of the clockwork’s respective hands.

Minutes for the ex-pend-i-tures,

Seconds for the qualms.

Time keeps its lonely beat

As we all move beyond…

I feel like the gears of the clockwork’s respective hands.

Minutes for the ex-pend-i-tures,

Seconds for the qualms.

Time keeps its lonely beat,

As we all move beyond…

…

…

…

…hope.

Translation from Spanish to English:

Ciencias naturales. (Science.)

Ciencias sociales. (Social Studies.)

El desayuno. (Breakfast.)

El almuerzo. (Lunch.)

Estan un familia centro personas. (They are family centered people.)

Mi tiempo libre, tu tiempo libre. (My free time, your free time,.)

No ser usa para perozoso tiempo! (Not to be used for lazy time!)

“El tiempo es el oro.” (Time is gold.)

Inteligente. (Intelligent.)