Lines of Time

Old fashioned days and turning wheels
Over the hills adventures start
Innocent smiles in childhood squeals
Memories made for words of art.

A poet’s mind lost in the past
Old fashioned days and turning wheels
The time of youth can never last
Yet from this time his pen still steals.

Each passing year the ink reveals
An echo from a far off place
Old fashioned days and turning wheels
The lines of time drawn on his face

From boyhood to being a man
He remembers all that he feels
Through his own life his thoughts thus scan
Old fashioned days and turning wheels

©JG Farmer 2016
Form: Empat Empat