Your Turn


Days of old to tomorrow’s Sun,
in the dawn it’s glow will shine,
fighting an war never to be won,
with heads buried we often dine.

History repeats over passing time,
never seeing the blessing bestowed,
nothing is really ever yours or mine,
disappointed with objects to behold.

Sharing memories of days gone by,
in the hourglass of life we grow old,
aging process continues until we die,
time moves swiftly and ever so bold.

Tic toc,, tic, toc, the hour draws near,
with each breath, the last we will take,
sadly death holds so many of our fears,
wondering in the dawn if we’ll awake.

In life we experience regrets and pain,
the process of living is where we learn,
just enduring life leaves so many stains,
now we stand in line waiting our turn.


Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2010, All Audiences