Time is not, as it once was, my dearest friend.
It passes like a ship in the darkest night,
missing my notice, drawing me towards my end.
Could I but trap time and tuck it out of sight…
Love is not, as it once was, my closest confident.
With age it has learned to deceive and trick me.
Love, in all its wily ways, has left me but in want.
Love’s recklessness scalds the eyes so I can’t see.
The two sit upon my heavy heart laughing at their game.
Like crooks and thieves they steal the minutes and the day.
As time nabs the seconds and love the soul, nothing is the same.
So walk straight on, ignore the pair, and try not to lose your way.
Love and time together have inspired the highest forms of art.
But these two have only shown to me the blackness of the human heart.