Poetry.....Beginning To End

Time Goes On

The sun rises to mark a new day.

The seasons change whether you want them to or not.

The sky does not stay blue.

Leaves fall and new ones grow.

The moon is not always full but rather bits of its former self.

Rain falls.

Sun shines.

The winds blows from Africa to Egypt ; London to Japan.

The world keeps spinning.

And time waits for no man.

So why should you?

Time goes on.

And will never stop.

Even as we cease to exist.

As mere carcasses in our graves.

Time goes on.

And always will.