Morning and evening ,daytime and night
round and round we go
flowing through the winds and rivers the struggle continues till death do we rest

sunshine and rain
although i feel your pain
throughout this journey, our lives we strain
alas we grind and gain

no guts no glory
no pain no gain, all said and done yet we worry
we play at daytime till we are hungry
ye brave one, prepare no time to tarry
even though the tide is low or high we sail to glory

the time we waste cannot be gained
my beloved bliss is still
as we all age towards the grave make hast while
the sun is shone.
no guts, no glory we raid on times horses at the end ,its a fast track to quite and dark

misty mist with moist
tarry not my beloved daughter make hay
my dear for tide waits not for none
we continue to chase and waste the time.
© scorpionknight22