TIME

Time on his high horse

Rushes by

Herding me on,

Slow the pace, I plead

Time takes no heed

Time on his high horse

Sweeps us all aside

Like fallen leaves

And has no mercy

For our little lives

Nor is Time caring

That we are not yet done

In our strivings

And in our dreaming

Of youth regained

Gold cannot deflect

Time’s leading arrow

Nor can Love sway

Time’s relentless passing

Youth comes to Age

Ambition comes to nought

Power, too, is defeated

Kings and Beggars

To the same dust are fallen

To be forgotten

Through all the ages

In Time’s endless reaping

    ©   Doreen Edwards