Phases ©©

Life goes through phases
As the moon changes places
Leaves turn shades of red
Tells time its dead

Seconds drift by and minutes pass
Hours go into days no need to ask the lass
The months turn into years
As the memories fade like tears

Winds blow the sand all around
Covering even the sound
When is it time to see
It’s my time to be

Sun rises in the East
Where I’ve been least
My back faces the west
I know that’s best

Life goes through phases
I’ll travel to places
The road is there ahead
I’ll take it he said

Once I used to yearn
It was something I needed to learn
Sometimes without concern
Now there is no fern


Walker