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TEMPUS FUGIT
Time flies neath fleeting skies,
and suddenly we're older.
Youthful schemes, faded dreams,
from when we were much bolder.
From first cry of birth, our time on earth,
are like seasons that fade away.
Disappearing into air, we wonder where,
incredibly it all went astray.
In the commencing spring, we learn to sing,
of boundless joys untold.
Through summers heat and falls retreat,
into winter our lives unfold
No need to fear the coming year,
or all the days that transpire.
Tempus fugit, by sunshine lit,
and life's sustenance to acquire.
copyright © 2006 Meg Nelson (all rights reserved)
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