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The Touch of Time
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Serious Poems Time rolls slowly ever on
Travelling from place to place
Stealing youthful energy away
Putting wrinkles upon the face
Why are these natural changes hated
The lines of age forever condemned
What is the point in fighting against it
If time will have us all in the end
With the touch of time, leaves turn yellow
They fall far away from their lifelong homes
Then the leaves are swept away
Because Time allows bitter winds to blow
When Time is finished chasing the leaves
The seasons change and snow covers all
Leaves lay forgotten under the whiteness
Dreaming back to their magnificent falls
The earth changes once again
The snow shrinks from Time’s warming touch
The leaves have sunk through the ground, and then
Grown back out of the trees they love so much
For another season they swing in the branches
Chorusing in a joyful refrain
‘Till Time again touches the branches
Making them fall to the ground again
Leaves are renewed in Time’s little games
People, however, once dead are gone
When Time has touched them once too many
Their souls depart, and must move on
Time rolls slowly ever on
Travelling from place to place
Spirits are freed after Time’s passing
And join it, running the never-ending race
