When I Do Count the Clock That Tells the Time
Eternal Dance with Time: The Profound Reflections in The PunkPoets' Melodic Verse
Lyrics
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
Reflecting on observing time passing by.
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night
Witnessing a promising day end in a dreadful night.
When I behold the violet past prime,
Seeing the once vibrant violet now past its prime.
And sable curls all silvered o'er with white
Noticing dark hair now turned silver with age.
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Nothing can withstand the passage of time.
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Except for leaving descendants behind.
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Observing barren trees once lush with leaves.
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
Those trees previously shading the herd from heat.
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Summer's greenery now harvested and bundled.
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Symbolizing summer's end with a personified figure carrying a white, bristly beard.
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Nothing can resist the effects of time.
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Except for leaving offspring to face time's passage.
Then of thy beauty do I question make
Raising doubts about one's beauty enduring time.
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Contemplating the inevitability of passing through time's wasteland.
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
Recognizing how beauty fades and perishes like everything else.
And die as fast as they see others grow
Beauty withers away as quickly as it is replaced by new beauty.
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Nothing can endure against the force of time.
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Except for leaving descendants to confront the passing of time.
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