By Harry Bolman

Time, oh relentless time
How you decree what we do.
When we have time to be happy
Most of us are still blue.

Life for us is as attitude
Only you make it easy or hard.
As you drift merrily downstream,
In your open hand is the card.

I speak in many languages
Many rhythms hold the clue.
I want you to open those eyes,
Let the world be positive for you.