The March of Time

 

The march begun - itís underway.

There is no turning back.

The course is set -

the pace correct -

but all this - known - in fact.

 

Cannot be stopped -

the clock ticks on.

Thus time steps out again.

And with each step, weíre dragged along

or pushed or marched upon.

 

Along this road, we may not stop

nor rest nor slow it down.

We canít speed up nor change our course -

not nary a vary be found.

 

For such a rigid march it is,

we best enjoy each step,

for once laid down upon the ground,

thatís itÖitís goneÖ that step.

 

July 25, 1991

 

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