Aye precious time thy hold

Secrets many of yesters untold

Aye precious time thy behold

Tales of morrow to unfold



Aye precious in thee remains

The essence of what has been lost

Aye precious in you contained

Is inception of what is to be yet…..



I wonder if I must envy you

For In you somewhere my past is still the present

Or must I pity you my sweet

For you must witness every misery