“The Marbles”
(Tom Entrican 01/02/23)
A bag of marbles at my side
Was all I needed at age five
A friend or two to tag along
But soon the marbles would be gone
The songs we sang when we were young
While running from the setting sun
Trying hard not to grow up
As not to taste the bitter cup
The marbles crack and fade away
Like those you knew back yesterday
What was it that made us move on
And the marbles are almost gone
With no remorse we speed on by
Ignoring everybody’s cry
Wondering just what went wrong
It seems that we forgot the songs
We search our mind for memories
That have now drifted with the breeze
Now so old, we’ve lost too much
And all alone we long for touch
Until the time when light grows dim
And we cannot remember them
The bag left empty for so long
You find your marbles are all gone