"The Marbles"

“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