Have You Joined The Throng That Sings This Song?

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