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 Yesterday, when I was young,

 the taste of life was sweet, as rain upon my tongue,

 I teased at life, as if it were a foolish game,

 the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.

 The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned,

 I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand,

 I lived by night, and shunned the naked light of day,

 and only now, I see, how the years ran away.

 Yesterday, when I was young,

 so many happy songs were waiting to be sung,

 so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me,

 and so much pain, my dazzled eyes refused to see.

 I ran so fast that time, and youth at last ran out,

 I never stopped to think, what life, was all about,

 and every conversation, I can now recall,

 concerned itself with me, and nothing else at all.

 Yesterday, the moon was blue,

 and every crazy day, brought something new to do,

 I used my magic age, as if it were a wand,

 and never saw the waste, and emptiness beyond.

 The game of love I played, with arrogance and pride,

 And every flame I lit, too quickly, quickly died,

 the friends I made, all seemed, somehow, to drift away,

 and only I am left, on stage, to end the play.

 There are so many songs in me, that won't be sung,

 I feel the bitter taste, of tears upon my tongue,

 the time has come for me to pay for yesterday..

 when I was young.

A nineties smash from Kraziekhat.