A Question Of Time Poem by John Bannister Tabb

A Question Of Time



When Time was young, he must have had
A lovely suit of hair,
And it is very, very sad
To see his skull so bare.
But since he's able still to mow,
And strong enough to dig,
I wonder why he doesn't go
And get himself a wig.

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