That March

Persistence, matched by none
Endless we watch, one by one
No pad can stymie nor clot the flow
I look behind me, where’d it all go

Continuing on beyond one life
Keeps pushing us forward, regardless of strife
It’s dark after all, same as when we were small

Those left behind, become more blind
Nothing stays around, not even a dime
That wench. That lark.
That relentless March.
Of never ending time
Is what makes life sublime

One chance, one shot, that’s all we’ve got
Perchance we ought, hold back for naught

So enjoy each smile, soak up some shine
Employ, beguile, hell, just have a good time.