The Hands of the Clock

In a wonderful sunny Summer
Sadness daily walks with me
So, even though all around is a wonder
I often feel on my knees


Change haunts my steps
As memories draw my mind to the past
And yet I still wonder what is next
As these days’ time goes more fast


Will sadness leave me over time
As the hands of the clock turn
Or will there be more mountains to climb
And everything around me continues to burn.