Time Marches On Poem by ART PAUL SCHLOSSER

Time marches on
Right in the middle of the fun
You are old, where once you were young
Before you have a chance, your song is already sung
Hang your head but it has already been hung
What to do, it has already been done
Farewell your bird is flung

Time marches on
Waiting for none
Like the horses after the shot gun
You wish to hold on to the setting sun
But you blink and then it's gone
Friends leave one by one
Your queen is taken by a pawn
Embarrassed you feel so dumb

Time marches on
The ticking of the clock, the pounding of the drum
You get a letter, who is it from?
Death, your numbers come
Are you drunk, did you have too much rum?
No, a voice says as the guitar from the death march strums
You lost-time won
Do you wish you wrote a better pun?

Time marches on
Though you're lonesome
Though you're sad
Though you're mad
Like a fading fad
Turn to dust all your things so grand
Whether you're glad or not glad
Don't waste your time doing something bad
Because the time you have is all you have