Ala bam a
The poet has said for many a day,
That time is a thief who steals hours away,
And takes the blush from the cheek,
The sparkle from the eye,
A little of all as it passes by.
Time takes the bright luster from the hair,
Steals the gold, but leaves silver there
Gone hearty laughter, the youthful sounds
But when I think of my blessings
Great joy abounds.
A springy step isn't there to see,
Time exchanged it for poise and dignity,
Where once I ran, I now will walk
My best performances
Are only talk.
Time gives one vision of yester-year,
Hard to recall without a tear,
Temporal were the things time took from me,
I've had so many joys
And paid a small fee.
Next week I'm going to dream,
Of things I used to do
Folks I used to know
And friends that have been true.