TIME MARCHES ON
Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 12:56 pm
TIME MARCHES ON
To you they may look different, but no, they are the same,
some folks seek simple lifestyles and yet others yearn for fame.
I came across some photos that both time and I forgot
and flicking through the pages realized that life had not.
The woman rocking there with a small child held in her arms
smiles down with love light in her eye, she’s captured by his charm.
Now here’s another picture, as she rocks in Grandpa’s chair
her face now blank and vacant. Just a vague and wistful stare.
Here’s one we took at Seaworld so many summers ago.
A girl in white bikini full of life, rarin' to go.
A hot babe you are thinking, maybe twenty - twenty five.
She now lies in a hospice bed strugglin’ to stay alive.
And here’s a boy and here’s his car. It was his pride and joy
But it was overpowered, and was not his Tonka toy.
He never gave a thought that speed and alcohol don’t mix.
We buried him, now let me see – yes nineteen sixty six.
Look at this wedding photo – oh that was a happy day.
Friends and family gathered to that small church on the bay.
But bride and groom have parted now and still the hurt remains,
though many years have passed since then the putrid wound still drains.
That little boy who wears the cape and mask of superman
is over forty now and he tells me that he still can
recall that photo Grandpa took - though Grandpa is long gone.
It was a play at Kindy and Gramps recorded his song.
And this one here’s a woman who was mother, lover, wife,
photographed at her brand new home – the best time of her life.
Or was it? Looking back I guess in fact that was not true.
Too many fights and sleepless nights and different points of view.
So though the picture’s altered – why should we find that strange?
Life constantly changes and we have to rearrange
the outward structures and facades to suit the master plan,
but nothing changes inside, I am still the same - I am!
Maureen Clifford © 07/12
To you they may look different, but no, they are the same,
some folks seek simple lifestyles and yet others yearn for fame.
I came across some photos that both time and I forgot
and flicking through the pages realized that life had not.
The woman rocking there with a small child held in her arms
smiles down with love light in her eye, she’s captured by his charm.
Now here’s another picture, as she rocks in Grandpa’s chair
her face now blank and vacant. Just a vague and wistful stare.
Here’s one we took at Seaworld so many summers ago.
A girl in white bikini full of life, rarin' to go.
A hot babe you are thinking, maybe twenty - twenty five.
She now lies in a hospice bed strugglin’ to stay alive.
And here’s a boy and here’s his car. It was his pride and joy
But it was overpowered, and was not his Tonka toy.
He never gave a thought that speed and alcohol don’t mix.
We buried him, now let me see – yes nineteen sixty six.
Look at this wedding photo – oh that was a happy day.
Friends and family gathered to that small church on the bay.
But bride and groom have parted now and still the hurt remains,
though many years have passed since then the putrid wound still drains.
That little boy who wears the cape and mask of superman
is over forty now and he tells me that he still can
recall that photo Grandpa took - though Grandpa is long gone.
It was a play at Kindy and Gramps recorded his song.
And this one here’s a woman who was mother, lover, wife,
photographed at her brand new home – the best time of her life.
Or was it? Looking back I guess in fact that was not true.
Too many fights and sleepless nights and different points of view.
So though the picture’s altered – why should we find that strange?
Life constantly changes and we have to rearrange
the outward structures and facades to suit the master plan,
but nothing changes inside, I am still the same - I am!
Maureen Clifford © 07/12
