Changes

I’ve tried to change but it’s no good
My efforts failed each time I tried
I’m carved of stone
Only able to erode
A slow demise
As pieces fall from me in dust
But not the change I searched for
The years pass by
Slow motion for the young
Sped up as my time grows nearer the end
Somehow age makes time fleeter of foot
And so that quick change I tried to find
Will seem to come faster as the time goes by
And yet it isn’t the change I tried to make
Growing old is not growing at all
It is the clawing back of time
Taking what was never yours
Until the only true change
The end draws nearer still