If tomorrow ‘she’ loves me not,
Yesterday I pray to come again,
For yesterday roses wore their smiles
And today my mistress forgives me not,

Tick tock, please anti clockwise
Lost hour to relive, I’ll be wise,
Toss my dice
If lucky not I shall die,

Visions and dreams are triumphant
When I close mine eyes,
Natural satellite is dim,
I woke up to my laden hours,

You are never relived but come again,
Me present to mirth, absent to pain.