I find myself enchanted by
The way all days just seem to fly
How weeks and months now quickly pass
Like shadows in a looking glass.
I wish that I might halt the clock
And silence all of time’s tick-tock
Before my life does pass away
And I should lose my yesterday !
The sands of time consume my feet
In gritty piles silent, discreet
The speed of light is on its way
Its hours burn both night and day.
There is no vigil I must keep
It matters nought how long I sleep
For time does know its boundaries
It comes and goes and perhaps flees.
The winds all blow in divers ways
Tis soon the last of all my days !
The morn arrives both bright and new
With fragile hope soon overdue
The day awakes midst tender light
Seems we’ve just bid the world goodnight.
How fleet the time does pass us by
As youth to age will quickly fly
We barely touch what might been
Then wander off into the wind !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 