Beauty, time, ephemeral. <br />Childhood lives are washed away. <br />Sands of shifting times dismay. <br />Words are lost and cannot say. <br />Every day knows to follow. <br />None can ever jump the queue. <br />Or go back for recalcitrance. <br />Of what has been and gone before. <br />Certain like a lions roar. <br />Time has always what’s in store. <br />We need not ask for more. <br />Time already knows the score.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-need-to-ask-for-more/
