Treasure Island

Francis Duggan


The Times Are A Changing As Bob Dylan Said


The times are a changing as Bob Dylan said
And the good days behind us and tough times ahead
The climate is changing the economy is not doing well
And what of the future can anyone tell
Forget about me I am ageing and gray
My sympathy is with the youth of today
We pollute the air and every waterway
For our mistakes must they be left for to pay
Though I am a sinner few are free of sin
My best days behind me old age setting in
I am not in a position to condemn or condone
Let the one without sin go and cast the first stone
Since I fear death I would like to live and that's not a lie
But having said that I am destined to die.

Submitted: Friday, March 20, 2009

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