The World Is Changing Fast
The world is changing like quicksand under our feet
Before we know what ground to stand on
Our fall begins, the avalanche of progress makes obsolete
Our little bank of dreams. And life goes on.
I thought time and space were eternal things to stay
But all our reality is a gilded throne of dust
The old and sweet familiar things gone, passing aways
We are the sand grains in the billowing gust
You know you are old when daily friends die
But what makes the tenure of the young so fickle here
Tears turn to fog, rainbows shed from the eye
It took so long to tell, for shadows man's desire despair
Where is the fevered passion of our love swept
O the milky way is nothing but a bunch of shrivelling stars
Where the towers, the thrones where history leapt
Through the thundering tumult of fabled hopes and wilting wars
I see dawn limping over the bleeding mountain
And all we believe if it is not faith is merely bragging rust
Sit with me one more time by the frothy fountain
The world is changing fast, let us cling tightly where we trust.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
