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.
Copyright © Rick Howarth | Year Posted 2017
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