Time

The leather burns the bare backs of your legs

You want to run the moment you reach camp

The dull sound of the hammer hitting pegs

Your clothes are all rumpled, clammy and damp

Smoke stalks the air, a fire always burning

Old familiar faces as you wander

Silent rapids plead from where they’re churning

Moments in the years of youth you’ll squander

Now run, breach the gate that borders the ley

The sun alights the air and turns it gold

These last hours of youth, you do not turn away

But watch as the darkness of age takes hold

You will know what was meant by Audens line

He was right and you can not conquer time .