When wending through time’s newborn hue
That turns blue-gray before our eyes
When stretch and yawn of fresh-faced dawn
Fades to the spawn of lullabies
When have and hold of plum and gold
Relents to tatters, umber-toned
And laugh and love must learn to prove
The words that star-eyed youth intoned
When hope and pray becomes the way
We cope with visage juxtaposed
With what we earn and what we learn
Of the return of deeds exposed
When wending though the dream-and-do
And blue and green of sky and grass
We join the throng that sings this song,
'How swift the sift of seasons pass'
© Janet Martin
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