The poet sees
Young women’s feet
Stamp on autumn leaves.
And writes a rhyme
To fleeting time
Who will defeat
All he sees.
The poet sees
Young women’s feet
Stamp on autumn leaves.
And writes a rhyme
To fleeting time
Who will defeat
All he sees.
True. Time does defeat us all in the end.
Many thanks for your comments, Vivienne. Indeed, Old Father Time puts his hand on all our shoulders at some point. Kevin