11. Time

1.A younger man, well he pays no mind
To the silent march of time.
Driven by … a fire that burns
To chase his grand design.

2.His future is an unwritten book
With dreams just youth can boast
Along the way … somewhere time became
Distant, unseen, remote

CHO Oh, good time. My stubborn friend
A childhood treasure, an old man’s soft lament.

3.Once the years have come and gone
And scars have slowed his strut
He knows his time’s … just like precious pearls
His curse, there’s not enough.

BR: Early in the morning,
A hundred whispered oaths
Then evenings left to wonder
Where did you go?

4.And when that man’s old and walking slow
With lessons won through time
His grip still tight, though his body’s bent
His eyes still opened wide