Is Time Picking Your Pocket as Your Foe, or Filling Your Heart as Your Friend?

Is Time Picking Your Pocket as Your Foe, or Filling Your Heart as Your Friend?

When I was a child I laughed and wept,
Time crept;
When as a youth, I dreamed and talked,
Time walked;
When I became a full-grown man,
Time ran;
When older still I daily grew,
Time flew;
Soon I shall be traveling on,
Time gone.