ETERNITY'S PASSAGE

The old brass knob with it ancient lock
Hinges that squeak with use
Wear lines on the floor from much travel
Elderly oaken boards that show the ravages of time
All set quaintly in the middle of the tired home
Once they were kept perfect but those times are gone
As time must pass so much the ages of youth and manhood
The time of the elderly is destined to all
Now in the end all is seen clearly
Looking back shows the crossroads that have been passed
The mistakes, the accomplishments, all can be seen
Heading onward again the clocks tick the minutes by