Time came and left its mark
on body, but what a lark,
I feel as young as when born
with the bubbles fore-gone.

Things I've learned and things I'll forget
things I've yet to know and regret;
there were times I feel supreme
and times with my pride redeemed.

Four and twenty but not for long
winters came before summer's gone,
leaving me bolder and wiser
to the pitfalls of all liars.

I've traveled and I've passed,
I've stumbled, got lost, but at last,
when it seems impossible to find,
though in haste, something to call mine.

Truth has done its foulest, dodged me at every turn,
till I've doubt it ever was, when will I ever learn?,
What it is, they never say, but it's alright,
they won't, they don't, cause they're just up-tight.

Love they say is a thing divine,
Love I always say is so unkind;
To fool the gullible and to fool the fool,
but isn't there a bit of us in every fool?

So take a heed and bite your tongue,
take what comes and let tomorrow be hung;
take it on the top and don't look inside,
for what you'll see won't be nice.

Make peace with all your tomorrows,
disturb it not and sub-prime your sorrows;
forget the yesterdays for they harm you not,
arrest the todays for that's all you've got.

Never let it be said, or whispered, of you,
that in seeing your tomorrow, in any hue,
of worrying about your yesterday, or last year,
you've lost your today, drowned in a tear.