Ninety Three

Before anyone knows, you'll have the time, you hear a cock crow, the stars show the way, cold on the stones, you're coming home to stay, no need for a coxcomb, you'll walk the miles, in clothes you don't own, won't make claims, your face alight, in how to be brave, there is no window, your face doesn't shine, no other soul so bright, never mind future days, you're no longer a child, even when you pray, so there you go, it helps to look kind, you're just not a scarecrow, who loves to drink wine.