Running through the years
in this skin of mine
Covering brittle bones
in a race with time

Keep the rhythm up
with this beating heart
All along the way
with its stops and starts

Always seem to be
in the stream of moving on
One or two steps back
three or four steps forward

Although I find I've slowed
over these many years
I have gotten faster
in the shedding of these tears

It doesn't take a lot
to turn the faucet on
Sit back relax
and you too can watch them run