commend all summer long

savour each moment and still it will pass
into pale memory and lose all weight
the world is seen through a distorting glass

the truth is known to every lad and lass
who kisses and farewells at the closed gate
savour each moment and still it will pass

all human flesh goes on to make fresh grass
we know the ending although not the date
the world is seen through a distorting glass

taste and desire have feeling but not mass
we know reality comes always late
savour each moment and still it will pass

green or dull grey the answer remains crass
the best we do is never adequate
the world is seen through a distorting glass

age sex and status colour race and class
all in the end merely the price inflate
savour each moment and still it will pass
the world is seen through a distorting glass