We all are born with a bank of time
To spend as we wish through rain and shine
as we wend our way through daily slug
For some poor souls they lose the plug.
And time for them drains quickly away
27 seems to be the day
That time ran out for those who lost
The race against time,they just went bust
Time is equal to us all
Black or white , short or tall
Some have time they can waste
Some have time they spend in haste
Oddly time is slow when very young
And fast when old and clinging on
Time is spent and time is saved
Yet it’s more time we actually crave
Time marches on in its own sweet way
Year by year and day by day
It creeps upon us with crafty stealth
It’s Father Time who measures our health
Then suddenly our time is up
It’s time we went, it’s time given up
It’s time the curtain finally fell
It’s time gentlemen please,
Oh hell!!!
28/06/2021. 08.10- 15.30
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