I now have four left
what am I to do?
Is it possible
I have not a clue.
Now before you speak,
perhaps I should ‘splain,
what it is I mean
when I oft complain.
I get myself in
some sort of a bind,
when time slips away
from my feeble mind.
I realize then
that I have forgot
to win your sweet love,
which cannot be bought.
