Like time

Like time on an old clock,
our lives roll along. Like
clouds on a cloudy day that
seem endless, forever!

Our family seems to do the
same thing. Seeming to supply
the world with never ending
members on the tree.

Like the clock that ticks
it's way through history,
so do our kids. Over and
over, then on to their kids.

But all things end somehow,
just like they begin.
So will time someday, so make
lots and lots of friends.

Poetry written by Charles Megaswing, 2010
Music: "Clouds Roll By, (c) 2007 by Bruce De boer.
Used with permission."