Time
Time changes too much…
I am still walking on cobbled streets
Where the man lights the lamps at night,
putting them out again in the morning
Where the moon turned out larger than today
Where men would doff their hats when a lady passes by
Where courtships could take months
before a kiss passed their lips
When fine carriages with black horses
played music on the cobbles
Their leftovers would help your roses grow
When a piano is played by a genteel lady
for the afternoon entertainment
When piano legs would be kept covered
for fear of excitement
Yet, behind closed doors,
the same sad stories would play out
From the time of Adam and Eve, so it is today
Time returns wearing new clothes
Stained by time gone by…
©AnitaDawes2024
Welcome back, Anita. Your remembrance of time passed is extraordinary, and most welcome…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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