An Elegy
The precious moments pass away, Day follows night, Night follows day, Year follows year, Soon youth and prime are past and gone! Soon age and death come stealing on.. We disappear. •••• Old ages go, new ages come, But steadily time pendulum, Wags, wags away, It never has been knwn to stop, This time piece needs no winding up, Nor goes astray.
Chinwendu C.E Rays
Fri 5th Jul 2019 04:02
Hazel Ettridge.. thank you for accessing my poem..
~RAYS