Time Soldiers On
Irregardless of effort
or desire,
we can't stop time.
Weeks fall into months,
seasons stream past
like runaway trains,
stamping birthdays on calendars,
etching wrinkles on skin,
planting age spots everywhere.
The galloping gobbler
moves ever onward,
with sharpened blade,
to slice away memories,
and bestow;
weaker eyesight,
diminishing strength,
brain skips,
plus popping joints.
Alas, twilight stops soon for thee,
Twilight stops, now, for me.
cfa ? 9/2/2012
Revised 4/20/2014
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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