Of reminiscent thoughts take invent’ry
Reach through the tome of yesteryear sublime
Melt in to fuse with murky puddles, mind
Peruses through addictive history
Perceive the pages of my mystery
The ink of recusant does lag behind
The aged fermentation, sweetly kind
Inebriated by chicanery
Some people wish rewind time’s ceaseless hand
So many things, repair and realign
Not I; shall not be bothered with remand
Destroy the clock; cease ticking, useless chime!
Time’s catacomb decanted, they disband.