Yesterday When I Was Young
Yesterday when I was oung, the taste of life was sweet as
rain upon my tongue, I teased at life as if it were a foolish
game, the way an evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned, I
always built alas, on weak and shifting sand, I lived by night
and shunned the naked light of day, and only now I see how the
years ran away.
Yesterday when I was
Young, so many drinking songs were
waiting to be sung, so many wild pleasures lay in store for me,
and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, I never stopped
to think what life was all about, and every conver sation I
can now reall, concerned itself with ]me, and nothing else at all.
Yesterday the moon was blue, and every crazy day brought
something new to do, I used my magic age as if it were anwand,
and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
The game of love I played, with arrogance and pride, and every flame
I lit too quickly, quickly died, the friends I made all
seemed, some how to drift away, and only I am left, on stage to
end the play.
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung, I feel the bitter
taste, of tears upon my tongue, the time has come for me pay for
yesterday, when I was oung
