Sunday, March 20, 2005


Yesterday when I was youngThe taste of life was sweet
as rain upon my tongue
I played at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze plays with the candle flame
A thousand dreams I dreamed
The splendid things I planned
I always built alas on weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and …. the naked light of day
And only now I see the years that ran away

Yesterday when I was young
So many crazy songs were waiting to be sung
So many crazy time that lay in store for me
And so much pain inside my heart 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 conversation and I can now recall
Concerned to do 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 a wand
That never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
The games of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly ,quickly died
The friends I made all seemed somehow drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play

yesterday, when I was young

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