Yesterday’s green is today’s flower blue
Yesterday’s dream today has come true
My crew went to college; I forked out the money
But the neighbours flew off with the milk and the honey.
I longed for a castle so stately and grave
I sleep in the corner of troglodytes cave.
My hopes were the full of a mariner’s chest
They are now merely holes in my second hand vest.
The priest at the bishop is looking in vain
And the desert is scanning the red sky for rain.
The sinner repents from half-six to seven
Saint Peter then sells him a pass card for Heaven.
Eyes become sockets and bodies make clay
Hopes disappear and dreams fade away.
Yesterday’s great ones today stand quite small
For time is the master; destroyer of all.