Time Marches On
Time Marches On
I don’t make too much noise
As I sit quietly in my chair
If I am quiet long enough
They might forget I am even there
It wasn’t always like this for me
I was young and pretty one time
Ah yes, back in those wondrous days
When youthful time was all mine
But time does march on
New finally becomes the old
It has happened since time began
A story quite left untold
I remember the gentleman caller
Always polite and nice when he came
He always brought flowers or candy
And I coyly loved playing the game
Ah yes, those were the days
I quite hated their slow decline
But time does march on
And the new leaves the old behind
And now the old has caught me
My youthful days quite long gone
I am left with glorious memories
The last thing I have that is strong.
I don’t make very much noise
The wheels are locked on my chair
I have been quiet long enough
For I am no longer there
I wonder when they will notice
I have departed those old remains
that still sit quietly in that chair
No longer bound by earthly chains
I have left that life behind
And I am bound for heaven’s door
Yes time does keep marching on
But I don’t have to worry …anymore
Connie Moore
1/16/14
Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2014
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