Time takes its toll …
On dancing feet that start to plod
And willing hands that turn to clod
On sparkling eyes that dull from tears
And sprightly smiles that fade from years
Time takes it toll …
When ahead is less than behind
Yet somehow still takes longer
When living is littered with dying
Yet gives no good reasons why
When memories we cherish fade
Yet those that hurt most remain
Time takes its toll …
On flying dreams that crash and burn
And broken hearts that live and learn
On naive trust that’s bruised and maimed
And primal hope that’s caged and tamed
Time takes its toll …
— Wayne Visser