Unceasing Tide Poem by Jake Schaff

The umbrage of time, cast upon the old man's face.
Memories of youth so near and dear, shared with any willing ear.
Stories flow like drivel from the mouth, never ceasing to a drouth
Time goes on....
Nature's green turns to gray.
The clock's hands wind down another day.
Grand civilizations lost in decadence.
Time old traditions lost in irrelevance.
Time goes on...
Woke up this morning, got myself a beard.
Only seldom men are truly revered.
Acculturation grasping the clasp of time.
A hero's demise as faint as a distant church bell's chime.
Time goes on...
Time is an oceans perpetual tide.
The last of this poem, so I confide
Only at last to be lost in time...