The Times Have Passed

The times have Passed And ages Have grown Wise yes But old Older The machine has Rusted Somewhat. Ah! in The circles of living We bask In to the glorious suns Of youth Then Imperceptible We slide We slide We fall Fall down Slowly Slowly As age Rises As the dusk Reddens As the head Bends down And Looks to earth Slow walking Walking In to age Drifting The younger generation Takes over Slow and irresistible Slow Slow and unperceivable Slow Slow The ageing fall by the Way One by one We We too, my Monsignor, We too Are with those Who fall One by one One after the other We, too, We, too, my Monsignor