The world keeps disappearing
From me in little baby steps
The child has grown up into
New times that I cannot enter
His room is full of music more
In step with the feet than the heart
The traffic races from stop to stop
In a pace faster than I would like
Destinations arrive too soon saving
Time I do not know what to do with
The distance grows and speeds increase
The slow feet cannot but be left behind
The garbage bins pile up with the useless
Machines are feted till they are outdated
Tears are frowned upon as too human
Night embraces all whose suns have set.
