And time is a crowd

And time is a crowd
By Jon Slone









Complete were the four
With just six more to tackle.
But the soul will unshackle
As the bard walketh far.

And time is a crowd that grows colder and colder.
And your feet are swept up cause you’re shoulder to shoulder.
And men are like minutes that are trampled like clover.
Cause the merciless mob won’t slow-up or bend over.

And The Crown Prince of Soda lived forty-nine years.
In a trick-or-treat life where he lapped-up the cheers.
Now the prince of pop parries no longer it appears…
And he only got a two page spread in the Star!

And the man high above finds his lungs not improving.
Outside the leaves fall to a fate they don’t wish.
Oh to just tape his seeds down to keep them from moving.
‘Twas a broke lift what laid down Lamar.


And time is a crowd
And the crowd isn’t fair.
And the crowd doesn’t pause.
And the crowd doesn’t care.



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