There Will Come A Time
There will come a time,
When everything will change
When we will circle the sun
And not a second be put to waste.
There will come a time,
When the grasses will be pavements
And the trees will be buildings
And cars will dust the rough cements.
There will come a time,
When the skies will turn dark
When the birds will no longer sing
And dogs will have softer barks.
There will come a time,
When the cribs will be empty
And children will stop believing in
Monsters under the bed so creepy
There will come a time,
When crayons will be broken
And sketchbooks will be filled
Of images from a mind so open.
There will come a time,
When you will distance yourself
And will not listen to familiar stories
To run away from the bookshelf.
There will come a time,
When favorite uncles will soon
Have favorite daughters that
Are fed with a plastic silver spoon.
There will come a time,
When brothers will have wives
And soon a home to take comfort in
To build again their new lives.
There will come a time,
When parents will grow hair
That are as white as the clouds and
As the wisdom that forms from there.
And finally there will come a time,
When all of these will eventually pass
And things will grow old along the moon
And we will die at the very long last.
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