When I have time, there is a poem to be written, a song to be sung
When I have time , there is a child to be led, a prayer to be said.
When I have time , I’ll tell you a story, I’ll visit a friend.
Alas, time is gone –
The poem’s unwritten, the song unsung
The child is a man ; grown up unled
The prayer, ah! the prayer ...... it went unsaid.
The story is ended.
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