By Beverly anna
The march of time takes me on a journey that only I can travel
It is recorded in perfect cadence and synchronicity
With every beat of my heart…
They carry on together…
Time, marching along, never stopping
Always forward… never backward
While… beat by beat , moment by moment,
My heart collects living melodies
And tucks them away for safe keeping in the attic of my soul
Until the day the march stops
And there are no more beats to keep track of the time
No more melodies to fashion
And my life’s symphony is done.