The March of Times
By Lab Rat
The tolling of midnight, strolling through chilled streets
The bells clanging atop cathedrals
Where the horizon is past the boundaries
Where my feet start to ache
and my eyes mist
Decay tarnishes the glistening of stars
Far above, the canopy, the embers of fire
Burning as they always have
Steps always moving, body drug along
As if pulled
by some tide of changing times
Gravity never held me in one spot
For too terribly long
The old year, rang out, the new clanged in
Times changing to remain roughly the same
Lacking ambition to traverse past the causeways
Of yesterdays folly
Just wrapped in a new vintage
The changes evolve through my bones
The gristle of my meat
Ligaments pulling, hardening
Knees adding a few new creeks
A couple new pops
Fingers curling with pain
Arthritis, snarling my grip
On what I used to cherish