TIME was when Sleep and I were well acquainted, Time was when we walked ever hand in hand— A slumbrous youth, with nervousness untainted, No sleepier soul than I in all the land. Time was when things like traffic regulations Impressed me but as made for other men; I never thought a thing of cells and stations— Ah me! I was a fair young cyclist then! Talked one of cars, I paid but scant attention; Spoke one of gasolene, I gave no heed; Magnetos were a thing I'd never mention; And motor catalogues I would not read. Time was when all my woes were paragraphic; Time was when all my work was with a pen; I used to have no trouble with the traffic— Ah me! I was a fair young cyclist then! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE ENEMY'S PORTRAIT by THOMAS HARDY THREE THROWS AND ONE by JANE BARLOW |