the wind is blowing <br />pushing time <br />it never can stand still <br />it runs its endless race with ease <br />it rushes on until- <br /> eyes once bright <br /> now dim with age <br /> and youthful romances <br /> quickly fade <br /> and mem'ries of a summer night <br /> holding close a lover tight <br /> have slipped away <br /> like quiet tears, <br /> brim the pool <br /> formed over years <br />of life <br /> (and like the notes of song) <br />is rushing, changing, fading, <br /> gone.<br /><br />Jessica Lindsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rushing-changing-fading-gone/
