Time
Is the coin of your life.
And did you spend it wisely my Dear?
Tick. Tick. Tick.
No Tock. Time
Doesn't live here any more:
No clock.
I couldn't stand his face and those
Hands, no longer gentle.
Time, time. Time is not the faithful lover,
He is the gypsy who packed up my salad days
And sailed down the Nile
Without a backward glance.
Backward glances. Recherche du temps perdu.
Time is the miser and he claims his fools.