Always in a hurry On some wild pretext That’s us in a hurry Always in a hurry To some new event Why! … there’s no need to scurry Use all the time that’s lent.
Pass quietly through the meadows While on your course Though the rolling heather, hills and gorse Riding in a carriage Behind a very handsome trotting horse. A handsome trotting horse
It’s true, jet airliners Quickly take us to their source But we’ve passed over all the valleys The hills and watercourse
Through life we play fast forward Yes! we play it forward And in a way, that’s quite perverse All the while forgetting In life …. No reverse When did smart technology Become the People’s nurse Is it then our Saviour …. Our Saviour Or something more perverse.
Playing forward now
Play it faster But we play fast forward Right to the very last.
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