How many windmills did you tilt at today
how often did you say that there's no
time left to play,
and what did the child that you are
think of that?

When the last of your life flashes in
the lens of your eyes and there really is no time left,
it'll be a surprise when you run through the images and see what you missed as you dashed off to work on the importance of you,
and you'll realise that it's not only in dreams that the windmills come true.

Being old's like being young
you have to listen to others and the fun in you's smothered by that motherly type of concern.

I fought with the wind and the mills in between and in the miles of the oceans I sunk in the green of the sea grass that grew when I was young and new and knew nothing in the every all of who that I was.

I tilt because that's who I am the boy that was trapped in the passing of man and the man that is passing some time 'til the next time and then, to tilt again
a joy
and the boy
smiles
crookedly.