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