Lament

The choice was mine and mine completely

I could have any prize that I desired

I could burn with the splendor of the brightest fire

Or else, or else I could choose timeRemember I was very young then

And a year was forever and a day

So what use could fifty, sixty, seventy be?

I saw the lights and I was on my wayAnd how I lived, how they shone

But how soon the lights were gone