The leaf has fallen;The page is turned.Our years are numbered,Lived, adjourned.This day? It passes.The months go by.The clock ticks offFor time must fly.Seasons comeThat seasons go.Change is the singleSeen tableau.Leaves must fall,And moods will churn.We might rageOr be taciturn.Why not chooseThat in-betweenWhich laughs or criesAt what might have been?Ticks the clockIts ticking tocks.Life is a mysteryThat stands and knocks.Ages come andAges go.As I grow older,The less I know.Happy new year,All the same;Let's play furtherIn life's game.A nonny mouse....
The leaf has fallen;
ReplyDeleteThe page is turned.
Our years are numbered,
Lived, adjourned.
This day? It passes.
The months go by.
The clock ticks off
For time must fly.
Seasons come
That seasons go.
Change is the single
Seen tableau.
Leaves must fall,
And moods will churn.
We might rage
Or be taciturn.
Why not choose
That in-between
Which laughs or cries
At what might have been?
Ticks the clock
Its ticking tocks.
Life is a mystery
That stands and knocks.
Ages come and
Ages go.
As I grow older,
The less I know.
Happy new year,
All the same;
Let's play further
In life's game.
A nonny mouse....