Passing Time

With each and every passing year,

I realize I know less than I knew before.

The truths I held at once so dear,

Have up and left and run for the door.


Things they change seeming obscure,

Not so plain as they used to be.

So much I see I at once abhor,

Closing my eyes in hopes I won’t see.


Music and film I have lived to watch change,

Profane and obscene for what reason unknown.

I would go back in time if time be rearranged,

Oh how I wish that time would not have flown.


Maybe this is a sign of age on the march,

Passed from progenitor to progeny alas.

Opinions unheeded as they drift beneath the arch,

Change will not stop as I peer through the glass.


My guess is that I’ll either learn to live or ignore,

As my parents and their parent have done.

The cycle won’t change of this I am sure,

I suppose time and youth, they have won.


~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~