That Old Man River

He keeps on flowing

And, Time moves on

There is no slowing,

That’s the way things are

And, they’ll always be

For, Times will change eternally.

The yearnings within

For, the days gone by,

No clouds overhead

Always blue the sky,

The love for the past

Childhood and more

Alas! Things don’t last

As we move along the shore.

So, moving with the times

Is the wise thing to do,

Clinging to the past

No good for me nor You ,

Like the pages in a book

That must always be turned

Else, what’s likely to be

We’ll never have a clue.

We can learn from the past

And that, we can always do

But, to live in it is mirage

And that, is also true

So, accept we must the “new”

Ideas, thoughts, acts and times,

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter

Seasons all and all the climes.

The good and bad, the ups and downs

No ‘levels’ here except demise,

Life’s smiles and its harrowing frowns

In our stride, half-truths and lies,

All this and more, we must happily face

Make all things modern, our friends,

In today’s frenzied race

Means do not justify the ends

But, be that as it may today

We can still lead good, ethical, lives,

Rejoice in the glitz and glamour around

In the excitement of today’s ‘high fives’, 

Participate in the achievements of Man 

The amazing feats of technology, 

While decrying the denuding side effects

 Of Man’s disconnect with ecology.

Can’t live in the bygones, forever, folks 

Rights and wrongs to all eras belong, 

Must not make fun of ‘times’, at all 

Though, miss we might the Nightingale’s song.