That’s The Way It Is

That’s the way it is Again it's done over Making words into whiz Roots of a little clover Leaves with nothing to hold All has been done before Spinning the new from old Into yet another lore The past floating around Turning the sweet and soft Where is the new then found? When there is nothing aloft Wearing the old time shoes Handsome it might have been Though it's now past its dues Sprinkling out thoughts thin In its way fading now Burning the bridges again Finding some new somehow Bringing it in with pain Love lost in greaves The flowers of autumn past Old brownish dim leaves Nothing forever to last