Lest I Be Wise

another fruitless day alas, a buck unearned uninvolved in the fray nary a lesson learned o time, where hast thou gone where's the spring of my life whence lovers embraced none daily struggling in the strife where, the hours in their haste have transpired unbeknown o, the chatter, what a waste mindly doings of my own seeking every worldly pleasure as fleeting as they did turn wasted o, that divine treasure youth, begone, not to return now as I become senile my soul still youthful and bold wishes it had seen the Nile, the Seine, overseas lovers untold an old man full of remorses little wisdom, hardly lore still battling the wild horses fighter, warrior evermore for when i stared at the roses sadly saw with great dismay how quickly life decomposes how short is the month of may then i failed to recognize that time waits for no man old age hasn't made me wise perhaps. when i pass it can