PASSING OF TIME

Long ago and far away
was the first bright sunny day,
the air was pure, the grass was green
the sights were as we’ve never seen.
As time went by, so many days
progress happened innumerable ways,
sometimes for better, sometimes for worse
some of the changes more like a curse.
We long for quiet times we say
as that long ago and far away day,
seems we’re never happy or content
only realizing when we’re old and bent,
each day is a gift from heaven above
sent from the Father of infinite love.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 05, 1993