Time

time has flown by
and the black heads greyed
memories tolling up the mind
life has been a one way lane

the good the bad and the summers
have lived all the same
walking down the paths set long ago
learned and free yet reined and tamed

every evening returning back to the den
a day old but a decade aged
they say it’s the chemicals acting
but deep down it’s the alienation at work

I fancy meeting you some where, some time
you taking a moment to recognise me
the locks in your hair have gone grey
as the thing between you and me

The feeble cry pinches the ear
about an arm’s length small
yet somehow it is supposed to rise
to live and fight, to love and to carry on