The March of Time
The march begun - it’s 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, we’re dragged along
or pushed or marched upon.
Along this road, we may not stop
nor rest nor slow it down.
We can’t 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,
that’s it…it’s gone… that step.
July 25, 1991