It Is About Time Poem, by duggantherhymer, at My poetic side

It is true about time that it does not stand still

It has been many years since I last saw Clara hill

Close to four decades past my physical prime

Eventually we all become victims of time

Only the memories today does remain

Of faces and places I will not see again

Some I went to school with where the deceased are does lay

And some from Duhallow ageing far away

And some in the home barony choose to stay

And are looking their years the grandparents of today

We all have our journeys in life for to make

And we learn as we live from our every mistake

For what used to be I have shed my last tears

And I only have memories of the long gone years

Many of my friends of the past today I may not recognize

Physical appearance does change with age one does come to realize

At midnight this evening today will have gone

And as is said of time it does tick on and on

And as the wise mother said to her young son

Tomorrow will dawn but not for everyone.

It Is About Time