Time like an ever rolling stream
Bears all her Boys & Girls away
They fly ~ forgotten as a dream
Flies at the opening day !
Time rules our lives
We\'re governed by the clock
As through each day one ducks an\' dives
Driven on by each tick-tock
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday
Friday Saturday and Sunday
Each day sometimes is a worse day
Every week has its Black Monday
Summer ~ Autumn ~ Winter ~ Spring
For every Month there is season
Who knows what will each one will bring
Poetic justice ~ rhyme or reason ?
2 - 0 - 1 - 6 will soon be gone
2 - 0 - 1 -7 follows on
Time move on ~ we cannot save
First the Cradle ~ then (alas) the Grave !
Thanks for visiting ~ Comments welcome ~ Love BRIAN
Acknowledgements to \"headcase\" whose poem Time spawned this one !