For time doth grow its leathered wings
To fly through warm and balmy winds
That only long vacations bring
To thy worn shell of human will
Alas, respite thy doth lack still:
Time speeds only to be eclipsed
Till naught remains of all thy flings
Except regret's godawful stings
Or, as Parokya ni Edgar sang, without the frilly iambs and quadrameters:
Tatlong araw lang pala
Ako naging maligaya
Di ko man lang napuna
Tatlong araw ko'y tapos na
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