Time

I wake up this morning My mind a turning ‘T is my last day of twenty Thirty is mine at the next dawning Yet without check spurs on the time ‘T seems teen days were yesterday Yet fifty’s days seem not far away Methinks, I’m plagued by aging Man I’m still to commit by engaging Yet without break runs on the time Time flies by in so swift a manner Where it proceeds to, I always wonder; A decade only of childhood laughter, Two decades only of careless chatter, Still without halt spurs on the time All gone now and in its tracks A wariness of life’s path untried. I think of my aspect in two score years time, Crinkled with wrinkles, and crooked by time. Yet without rush moves on the time Nay, prior to the close of life’s batters Will I think again the good joyous times, When all my care was for eating on time. Ah, it’s past midday and I’m yet to dine Yet without fault travels the time