The Pendulum

Poem of the cycle of life.

Time passes slowly
Marching on as a soldier into battle
Days are long and seemingly endless
Full of fun and games
Friends playing
Nature buds its blooms gaily

Time passes faster now
Days go by more quickly
Full of work and weary
Friends are gone now
No time to play a child's games
Nature's blooms wide and full
Shine brightly

Time has ceased
Its pendulum has stopped
Days are nonexistent
Friends stand quiet thinking of long ago
Nature's blossoms are withered now

Slowly a child's hand reaches
Starting the pendulum again