Song of a Common Man

REVISED When I was young I ignored age and never thought of passing time or viewed the products of its rage upon this changing face of mine. At that age blessed through life to go, to walk high peaks close to the sun, and think the clock was moving slow above where the dark valleys run. Slower the step with shortened stride descending to the lowlands lie, a shadowed vale of mystery wherein there flows eternity Each one may think they know the path, some take the preformed, preordained to that truth when we breathe our last, they bow the knee and mind the same. But man evolved to have a brain for independent thought and choice, his birthright without binding chain, compose his song and give it voice.