The Times Have Passed Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The times have
Passed
And ages
Have grown
Wise yes
But old
Older
The machine has
Rusted
Somewhat.

Ah! in
The circles of living
We bask
In to the glorious suns
Of youth
Then
Imperceptible
We slide
We slide
We fall
Fall down
Slowly
Slowly
As age
Rises
As the dusk
Reddens
As the head
Bends down
And
Looks to earth
Slow walking
Walking

In to age
Drifting
The younger generation
Takes over
Slow and irresistible
Slow
Slow and unperceivable
Slow
Slow
The ageing fall by the
Way
One by one
We
We too, my Monsignor,
We too
Are with those
Who fall
One by one
One after the other
We, too,
We, too, my Monsignor