Like a  caged bird  that is released,

An escape flight with no  return,

Time flies and can not be appeased.

My longing stands and quickly  burns,

With the fiery sparks of  time.

Time’s marching straight path never turns.

A ladder ascending we climb ,

Though we try at times to get down ,

Backed only with a  fantasy  mind.

Youth once so strong was my gold crown.

 In etched melting memory files,

 Illusions of youth quickly drown.

Odometer of traveled miles,

Stays in  constant forward motion.

Hope the car keeps going for long whiles.