Years Seem To Flow

Years seem to flow,
Like long-forgotten waters of a 
Wide winding river aglow!

Like a ripening body gaining a glow,
The formal age seems to grow,
But the informal age refuses to fade or go.

Years seem to flow,
Bringing white hair,
And wisdom in tow?

Maybe the years are not what they show,
While years seem to flow forward,
Maybe they are not really doing so!

Human lives attain precipitous heights,
Like clouds in a row,
Only to fall like rain,
All at one go!

So too shall the Human soul,
Take a Final Bow,
Crossing Wild Worldly seas,
To knock on Eternity’s door!