Time is swinging, like the way it
do,
Black turning grey, like the way
it go,
Moment by moment, time by time,
I, getting older, rejuvenating me
mild,
Black turning white,
Shadowing some light,
Shining the aura, that turning
bright,
Catch up some words on another
height,
Know the time passing and it
will,
The more I hold up, it will go
out of my will,
Saga of time,
People changing into dime,
I’m running along but feeling out
of league,
If I shouldn’t run faster, will
fell in another creek,
So, I wind up, along with time,
Chasing a new year like penny or
dime,
Know, year will welcome and it
will,
‘cause I destined for my will…