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