Where once he was my friend
When I was young,the days were long
With hours to happily spend
Time for work,and time to play
Each day a joyful pleasure
Then dance and drink the night away
Fond memories to treasure
I spent his golden currency
Just frittered it away
Youth discounts tomorrow
Thinks only of today
Now he’s calling in my markers
All my tatty l,O,U.’s
He’s calling all the shots now
I’m not allowed to pick and choose
That’s why the days are much too short
Though there’s still a lot to do
But the hours fly so quickly
All my tasks are in a queue
It’s payback time when we grow old
Time is a cruel master
He makes the days so swiftly fly
And the years slip by much faster


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