Dreams of Yesterday
If time could be fragmented
Each moment weighed for gold,
For youthful hours what treasured wealth
Would we exchange when old?
And if the clock, its seconds marked,
Without charge, returned but one,
Which of all time’s jewels rare
Would we choose of those now gone?
But time alas, permits no stay,
Though subtle fantasy,
Snares us with her foolish dreams
Of immortality.
