Time

Time

Don’t take the fight to time.

You’re doomed before you start, you know.

Throw all those creams in the bin right now.

I don’t know why you bought them!

The crafty old man with the scythe

Always comes out on top

In the end.

But as for that maiden,

‘For ever will she be fair!’

And even the leaves escape,

‘Nor ever can those trees be bare.’

It was only yesterday that Louisa fell from the Cobb at Lyme,

And now she’s slowly getting better.

Elizabeth is teasing Darcy now

And she will again tomorrow.

That is, if he decides to ride over to Longbourn.

Mole has just chucked away his brush

And given up spring cleaning.

Harris is sitting on the butter,

And George is late,

Or very early, as once he was,

For work in the bank.

It’s amazing how they manage it,

And here we are, day by day,

Turning into pensioners.