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Yesterday, when I was young,

the taste of life was sweet, as rain upon my tongue,

I teased at life, as if it were a foolish game,

the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.

The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned,

I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand,

I lived by night, and shunned the naked light of day,

and only now, I see, how the years ran away.

Yesterday, when I was young,

so many happy songs were waiting to be sung,

so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me,

and so much pain, my dazzled eyes 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, I can now recall,

concerned itself 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,

and never saw the waste, and emptiness beyond.

The game of love I played, with arrogance and pride,

And every flame I lit, too quickly, quickly died,

the friends I made, all seemed, somehow, to drift away,

and only I am left, on stage, to end the play.

There are so many songs in me, that won't be sung,

I feel the bitter taste, of tears upon my tongue,

the time has come for me to pay for yesterday..

when I was young.

A nineties smash from Kraziekhat.