Wee bit young were we,
when Time was a luxury we so relished!
young, free and gay were we,
with innocence, we were embellished.

16 and in love;
18 and fast cars;
Time was a blessing from above,
as we professed love with our guitars.

“Time goes fast,” they say.
h was I to know!
“make haste,” they say.
still, time, for me, moved slow.

Oh, why didn’t I heed the warnings?
for, I now only wish for time to stand still.
o’ Time of my, I am all but mourning,
for all the lost times I’ve killed.

Memories keep fading away;
yet time is still on my side.
no tears left to wash away;
now, I know that Time is my ally.

Dear Time, for the memories, I thank thee;
for I have naught, if not the pains and laughters
dear Time, all I ask is that you heed,
when I say, “Take it easy on this writer.”

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