As time goes by like it does <br />I want to cry for what once was <br />I look back at the places my folks have been <br />I see their faces in the wind <br />all their homes fallen or plowed down <br />they lay motionless in the ground <br />I look at their tombstones all thats left <br />and know laying beneath <br />is their bones, gone to the thief called death <br />some were good others bad <br />I cant help thinking <br />of the times they had <br />planting cooking fishing <br />both work and play <br />it was survival day by day <br />each having their chores and things they made <br />what some had others didnt <br />they would trade <br />as time goes by we will be gone too <br />then our decendants <br />will cry for me and you<br /><br />ERNEST CLARY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-time-goes-by-11/
