Time rushes past
We’re all caught up in it
This waterfall of events
This rollercoaster ride

Leaves a’ falling
Bugs a’ crawling
The turn of the century
And another turn of the sentry

A bone chilling cold
Another cigarette rolled
A cloud of smoke
Try not to choke

Waters that rush
Rocks that crush
This boat is tossed around
And comes mighty close to running aground

We struggle to maintain balance
The cat walks unseen across the valance
These chains hang loose
Strewn across the branches of a mighty Spruce

Night turns to day
People tend to just look the other way
Morning fades to night
The cold has quite a bite

One last, gasping breath
The final bone-chilling cold of death
The inevitable and final chapter
To a book titled change…

The End

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