Time is like soldiers marching on to war
They move on in earnest, without looking back.
Leaving mothers, homeland and loved ones
No respect for season, whether cold or warm.
‘Time waits for no one’, so my grandpa says,
All regrets, or remorse, they are all from the past.
‘Look forward, my grandchild, that’s all you can do,
Nothing lasts forever,
You just have to push through.’
Looking back at my life
Lots of joy, lots of pain,
Loved ones from the past
I wonder how they’ve been?
Friends gained, friends lost
Memories shared from the past,
They bring a smile to my lips,
How I wish they would last.
Innocence lost, knowledge gained
I wonder which is better,
Love the things I have learned
But maybe slept more soundly when
I didn’t know what loving was,
Or losing dreams, a story’s end,
All I know was I played then
And at eight I was in bed.
All the same no regret, time marches on
Just the same, I can’t exchange what I had in my life,
until the very end.
Time is an enemy, an ally,
A concept that’s man-made
As for me I’d like to think
Time is still a faithful friend.
~ excerpt from the book ‘The Forsaken Muse’