The river I stepped in

Has changed its course

No longer through the valleys

Of endless wonderlands

Now it’s a grind from day to day

My back , my knees, my teeth ,

Are falling apart the brand new

Ferrari is more like a clapped out

Model T Ford

Yesterday seems just like

…….. yesterday

It’s Christmas morn 6am

And I’m jumping up and down

On my parents bed , wake up

Hey it’s Christmas for us kids .

Time moves innocence from

Joy to reflection

Friends have come and gone

Died or just not talking

Language , words, inflections,

Scar the landscape

The multitude I was is disappearing

Through the wilderness of mind

I turn the wheel of dharma

I turn the wheel of Time.