A day in the past, I recall,
Nineteenth of third it was,
But of twelve of twenty thousands
The day of union and thus,
Begin the journey of miles ahead
A point in time, said you
‘A jerk existed, make me feel miserable’
‘And? ’ further it went
‘Trash, he met fate of!’
A hearty laugh it exploded.
Hence I ponder, not so far,
But to this day,
Was one imprudent for one to let it go?
The most dearly glittering thing to pass by
Hard I work, never let a day go
Without it to pass through,
But never I glimpsed a part of it
And oh, how you let it go
From the tips of your fingers?