Lambency Bob And Wheel

More time, sand swirl back to the sky; Ease the old pantomime who always seems to cry, longing to taste their prime; Rotate the hands back to the start; A path ordained by fate, you can’t change it sweetheart; Live before it’s too late; Quicken and tighten up that pace; Chase what is unwritten, leave much more than a trace; Let yourself get smitten; Go slow savor a daily smile; Lean into that gusto, dissipate for a while; Lambency let it show.