As Smoke Into the Air
Time passes…Things change
Smoke into the air
In time will fall the mountain range
And forests be laid bare
Time degrades
The things man’s made
As well as Nature’s very stone
Twill turn to grit each tiny bit
Dust composed from bone
Time passes…Things change
Nothing stays the same
The once familiar becomes strange
And no place to place the blame
The wrinkles anew upon one’s face
Paint that peels from off the wall
Climate changes slow measured pace
…Erasing each and all…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2016
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