Time
Time changes her course
Through seasons of the plenty talks
As strong hairs go grey
And popular songs give way
To the mortal remains of human clay
Time makes good songs old
And fair prices gets cold
Some devalues
Others gain
Time makes the trick of night open
men forget bills
and women remember promises
the rich draw wills
The poor budgets her finances
Time makes bare
and gives plenty to share
Time at thy disposition
Dispossess
Time is a physician
Time heals
Time is a magician
Time steals
And buses all from now and then
Some die, some leave, the rest remain seated
Time repeats
Like the masquerades of Takoradi
Today in another form