Forward in the Avalanche of Time
There I ascend the grassy hill below the endless sky
I know not ahead but exactly what’s there that I left behind
Ahead of me the plains do weave a golden sight to see
Then I hear a thundering sound as dust kicks up all around me
The heard thumps on incredulous of me, towards a never-ending horizon
A wolf among sheep I am not, but there I stand timid against the onslaught
And suddenly they turn away from me, down the rocky slope
Sit there I, contemplating time and all the vagaries of life
Follow I must for its a sign and upon the waters I’ve reached
Renewed again, I continue along for surely a new life waits beyond
I sit here now, remembering that day and all it’s meant to many
Surveying I life with all it’s joys but not despairing the sorrows I’ve still wept
For the avalanche of time must never stop and swept away we all
In the end I’ve lived a truth knowing fortune's well is shallow
But hope springs eternal, if given a chance to drink of it again
For all must move forward in time
© 2019 W J Fitzgerald