Time marches on, through dusk and dawn.
Time marches on, through silence and song.
Time marches on, unmoved by pleasure and pain.
Time marches on, unmoved by grief and glory.
Time marches on, past valor and vanity.
Time marches on, past fame and fall.
Time marches on, beyond triumph and tragedy.
Time marches on, beyond fortune and failure.
Time marches on, above wealth and want.
Time marches on, above crowns and crutches.
Time marches on, whether you laugh or lament.
Time marches on, whether you stand or strive.
Time marches on, transcending wrong and right.
Time marches on, transcending birth and death.
Time marches on—
and we, merely moments in its march.
Time Marches Forward
Our relationship is done
we can no longer continue.
The hands of time have
stopped for us.
It is too late to turn
back the clock.
For a while we had
great fun.
But the ticking clock
marked the denouement
of our time together.
Oh! Time marches! Years like few months which like few weeks! A week like three days!
See there marches Orion
With Sirius close at his feet
Tarrying not long in the air
To begin the midnight hunt.
His quickened breath congeals –
His boots crunch the fallen snow –
His eyes attempt to discern
Between tree and furtive shadow.
Mark the occasion and time
Of this harvest moon's fair
And note the dog's primal talent
For smelling blood and fear
Not to bring down a mighty elk
To quarter and tan its hide –
What they instead come upon
Is Aries in a clearing field.
Time marches on but the story doesn't change.
Innocent lives being taken by a person whose deranged..
Last weekend in Pa. it was our state police, one is still
critical, and the other is now deceased..
The unstable shooter is also now gone.
Will this ever stop? What keeps going so wrong?
This tragic story truly rings home for me.
I had a person with mental health struggles in my family.
Psychiatrists rely on the pharmaceutical industry and
prescribe new medications that alter patients' brain chemistry.
Family members are often leery to commit, because our mental
hospitals discharge the patient still unfit, and they are left to
deal with the brunt of it.
At home, these families struggle to keep things in control.
Many times that stress alone will take a major toll.
How many more peacekeepers?
How many more innocent lives is our society willing to sacrifice?
Time Marches On
Time marches on,
but things can change.
The flow of life is the same,
but we can spin away.
Find a place to abide;
a life to call your own.
Find a way to live;
a way to feel alive.
All the road blocks,
will guide your way.
Till you are strong enough,
to crush them all.
That path of least resistance,
is how the water flows.
Carving a river, a gorge,
a valley, and canyons deep.
Find the path,
that works for you.
Seek the way,
to grow and shine.
You are important.
You can make a difference.
As time marches on,
and you flow with it.
Eye catching patterns in colourful squares
Were carefully stitched by gifted old hands
Commissioned for years to sew her fine quilts,
Her quilting designs were sought through the lands
Each blanket exquisite and full of old charm
All labours of love made at home on her farm
But time marches on and her eyes had grown tired
And at ninety four years she is now long retired
He is marvelous when it comes to issues of development.
He has been named the nation`s hottest footballer at the moment.
In the field of play he outshines, dazzles and dribbles past opponents.
An inspiration, through his foundation, he pays school fees for students.
A philanthropic star midfielder who dribbled past poverty to prosperity.
A visionary, his academy is taking shape, it will propel others to immensity.
He plays as a central midfielder for English Premier League club Aston Villa
and the Zimbabwe national team. He plays with charisma and is a solid pillar.
He was an Under-13 player for Njube Sundowns before joining Bulawayo’s Bosso.
Since he excels, if football were music, Marvelous Nakamba would be a valiant virtuoso!
Death is not cruel.
Its hands, untouched by prejudice,
Welcome each and all at the behest of Time.
For Time, Death's Companion,
Compels us to accept Death's embrace,
And daily reminds us of its eventuality.
We may shout, cry, rebel, or simply turn away,
Believing that which covets our lives is unscrupulous.
It is life which leads us to this abhorrence.
I am life's fool.
For though life gives no promise
Beyond the act itself, of being alive,
And refuses any union,
I've begged purpose and love to lend life grace,
And defend against the dread of my mortality.
Reflected in death's eyes, will I feel betrayed?
When seeing it's I who was life's purpose,
Will I struggle on or fade from life's own impotence.
My love for you,
Provides me strength and aegis.
It is proof against the casual life,
Where prosaic people pass with derision
For all but the material, self-serving and vain.
It illustrates a life filled, essential,
For when life's light is no longer aflame
We've shared laughter and love and hence I propose
That this is our true significance.
Sorrow comes as the night sets in,
For tonight there are no stars.
Can we let the darkness win?
Death’s soldiers come marching in,
Collecting the gifts from Life.
Sorrow comes as the night sets in.
Why don’t we just give in?
The dark is always their.
Can we let the darkness win?
People have tried to fight Life’s twin,
But life betrays all to Death.
Sorrow comes as the night sets in.
All that is and all that’s been
have surrendered to Death’s soldiers.
Can we let the darkness win?
The night is silent with a dreaded din
as we know there’s little time left to live.
Sorrow comes as the night sets in,
Can we let the darkness win?
On and on day marches on
until the sun is nearly gone
Yes the battle is always won
I know cuz when day is done
moon puts her crescent on
and proffers up, the sun.
Mystic Rose 5/20/2019
Time marches on
Vs 1
I tried to escape the truth...
Tried to fight the fleeing- strength of my youth
Never thought I would succumb...
To the incessant, beating of the drum
Bridge
The rug was pulled out from under my feet
but, I'll keep on dancing 'til there's no more beat
Shook the foundations of all I believe,
but I'll do my best 'til I get my relief.
Chorus
Time marches on without me (without me)
Seconds and minutes surround me (surround me)
I'll leave without a sound-
buried underground....
Remember me
Verse 2
The bubble had to burst...
Couldn't hold it-now, I'm bracing for the worst
The candle flickers out...
There is nothing left- you'll have to do without
Bridge
The rug was pulled out from under my feet
but, I'll keep on dancing 'til there's no more beat
Shook the foundations of all I believe,
but I'll do my best 'til I get my relief.
Chorus
Time marches on without me (without me)
Seconds and minutes surround me (surround me)
I'll leave without a sound-
buried underground....
Remember me
I'll leave without a sound-
buried underground....
Remember me
John Derek Hamilton
March 05,2019
I want to be as steadfast as time,
Watch how she always marches forward,
Trip her, she won’t falter,
Push her, she won’t alter
But turn her around quick, and watch her,
see how only forward she goes,
notice how she doesn’t know
she’s stepping back on her echoes
Stomping on our days,
Stomping on our stars,
Stomping on our earth,
Stomping on our atoms,
Stomping on our spark,
the spark that started it all
Maybe that’s how it ends.
We end as we begin.
Time marches on
Change is coming
Clinging to Mom's bosom
First steps
Skinned Knees
First bike ride
School
First kiss
First date
Wedding
First child
Babies
Family
Life
Time marches on
Change is coming
Silver hair
Crow's feet
Wedding
First grandchild
Clinging to Grandma's bosom
Babysitting
babies
Family
Life
Time marches on
Change is coming
Wedding
First great grandchild
Babies
Family
Aches
Pains
First cane
First walker
Decline
Hospitals
Hospice
Time marches on
Change has come
Clinging to Christ's bosom
New mind
New body
No worries
First steps
Reunion
Family
Life
Time marches
Within my life
Forever
Upon rainbow of life
Pot of gold within
Accomplishment
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