I now have time

To see all those

Little David’s

 

Lost on the streets

Of Liverpool, Germany

And many stations in-between

 

Lamenting a love gone wrong

Crying to himself

Too broken hearted

To pick up the phone

 

Hours upon days and years

Out of sorts

A rattle bag of fears

An assortment of misery

Freshly picked from the store

 

But now I have retired…

From foolishness

Lament the passing

 

But know…

I now have

my time