Time’s a bird, which leaves its footprints
At the corners of your eyes,
Time’s a jockey, racing horses,
The sun and moon across the skies.
Time’s a thief, stealing your beauty,
Leaving you with tears and sighs,
But you waste time trying to catch him,
Time’s a bird and Time just flies.
Copyright: from The World is Sweet (Bloomsbury Children's Books, 2000), copyright © Valerie Bloom 2000, used by permission of the author