we do not note the subtle changes time's attack
they happen slowly but they accumulate
and now we learn that we cannot go back
we start off feeling that we have a lack
though what it is we cannot formulate
we do not note the subtle changes time's attack
we stand upright although we bear a pack
that is all right as powers aggregate
and now we learn that we cannot go back
the signs of grey add distinction to the black
little by little we learn to tolerate
we do not note the subtle changes time's attack
the wrinkle seems to turn into a track
we wonder how our faces to levitate
and now we learn that we cannot go back
facing time's force we must at long last crack
advancing downwards at a faster rate
we do not note the subtle changes time's attack
and now we learn that we cannot go back
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
17 October 2006
so it goes
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