Time Marches On Poem by DM W

The sunlight blinks gold
Then fades as evening unfolds.
The wind is subtle,
As it whispers its warnings.
Autumnal dreams are
Scattered like red and brown leaves
Across half-lit streets
Of consciousness. The days are
Darkening too soon.
O summer seemed to race by
Like a speeding train!
I'm getting older, alas
Not any wiser.
Life's colours are slowly
Being drained away.
Modernity mocks us all
By propagating
Youthful slogans to conquer
Apathy... boredom.
These adverts and their jingles
Do not amuse me.
The clocks will keep on ticking:
Constant reminders
Of piece-meal mortality.
How I wish I could
Put Time into perspective.
Yet it always slips
Through my fingers like sand.