Sunday, March 23, 2014

On Looking Back The Seasons

On looking back the Seasons i realize how quickly time has gone
And the clock on my life ever keeps ticking on
Some four decades ago i was in my life's prime
And now in my late sixties i am running out of time
Far north of where i now live my life's journey began
And i look and i feel like an aging man
Though in my long gone prime in the distant past
I was one of those who could never run fast
And my fastest pace nowadays for my age even slow
But time on the best of them does eventually show
Twenty seven years ago i last saw my first homeplace
And there to many today mine would be a stranger's face
The boy of the fifties is now an aging man
And in the twilight years of his living span.

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