Life

So faintly slow comes the dawning upon a lonely soul, as he trudges down the high way to reach his life long goal. A bend or two to conger. A river that must be crossed. A storm or two to walk though, in hope that he doesn't get lost. The years pass by so quickly, as man does walk the pace. The spring does turn to winter, in the running of life's race. Your old before you know it, and life has passed you by. The hand on the clock keeps ticking, as slowly you do die. You reach your prime by twenty. Your on a downhill race. Soon what looked like eternity, turns to man being here by God's grace. Man's years are really numbered, and there is nothing we can do, to stop the hands of time, until our life is through.