Adrian Murphy - Why stop all the clocks?

Why stop the clock, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone?
Turn up the music and let the speakers hum,
Bring on the evening, let the revelers come.

Let airplanes circle keenly overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message Look Ahead,
No crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Or traffic policemen wearing black cotton gloves.

She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought our love would last for ever: I was wrong.

I marvel at the stars now, each and every one;
I glory in the moonlight and embrace the sun,
Snorkeling in the ocean, or strolling in the woods.
For I never knew that freedom could ever be so good.

Adrian Murphy

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