Stages
Time is moving onward toward some future I can’t see
Faster every passing year, or so it seems to me.
Hardly a season passes I don’t wonder where it went
All the days now lost to me, unremembered how they’re spent.
Yet I find no sadness in this fact,
That time keeps marching on.
I’m caught up in each moment
And cast forward when it’s gone.
There is no tomorrow
As long as there’s today,
No time for the sorrow
Of a long-gone yesterday.
The time will come
When body’s gone
But time will take
The spirit on.
5/13/76 CBByrd