Time Constantly Marches On Regardless Of Us. Poem by DM W

I watch from the wings as the flowers of youth bloom.
In time, they will wither and in winter be doomed.
The seasons will keep changing; there'll be birth and death.
There will be joy and laughter; sadness and distress.
Time constantly marches on regardless of us.
We cannot cling to it for long. Through us it cuts.
In dreams, I watch the soft light fade from the faces
Of those I once knew. I can't make out their ages,
But I can sense they are becoming frail and old.
I glimpse ominous shadows: longer do they grow.
The blind and the naïve: so little do they know.
O I remember glorious days that we sold
For bit parts in life's paltry, preposterous play!
What happened to our visions and our wondrous ways?