It goes
You know
I’ve told you loads
I’m talking time
It goes so fast
Nothing lasts
But here’s a toast
“To Mister Time
Stop a while
Chill yer boots
You go too fast
Let things last
You breezy sod”
I’ve told you loads
That I’m getting old
But time gets bold
Quickens it pace
Without a care
Leaving me to stare
At children growing
At Christmases going
And coming
And going
And coming and...
Well, you get the point
So what’s the point
Of telling you more
About my woes
About time
And how it goes?