Progressional (Poetry)

I can’t believe how fast the weeks are going
I can’t believe how strong the wind is blowing
I can’t believe how time’s moved on
how quickly years have come and gone
while up above the touchless stars keep glowing

I stand and watch the river swiftly flowing
I feel the grass beneath me quietly growing
I see the flowers gently nod
and search the sky for signs of God
I can’t believe I’ve lived so long not knowing

Now at last the lines of age are showing
and youth is past — no more wild oats for sowing
it’s time to rest the weary head
and climb the evening stairs to bed
the cattle on the hill are softly lowing