Sun shining through solitary cloud,
children playing hard and loud,
take me where my life had begun
though rights nor wrongs can be undone.
Clocks keep ticking, time keeps turning,
each and every child keeps learning.
The older we get the less we know.
We are time’s victims, we are time’s foe.
Now I am age, and age is me,
for soon the setting sun I’ll see.
The winds will blow the clouds away;the sun will rise another day.
Poem: McGuffy Ann Morris
"Spend the afternoon.
You can't take it with you."