Ticking time,
Flippancy of prime;
When, where and how
Can men make the best use of your dow?
I have had you so much
Turning round in the couch
Watching those sit by the rand,
And laughing with a cold beer in one hand.
Time! Show me dear,
The way back to those years
Standing with a laying lizards
Messing round, Playing bets and throwing cards.
I have learnt from my sins
I am now out of my old skins
I hope I never know it too lately?
Or Time, it maybe I was just getting things ready? .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah time moves on and reminisce