Rolling In Times

Roly-poling back through space
Pick a second, pick a place

Trophy bruises, kingdoms lost
Kid-stones gathering no moss

Spinning, bouncing, sideways roll
Stain your clothes and stain your soul

Giggle tick and whooping tock
Always chiming Now O' Clock

Melting moment vaporised
Vanishing before your eyes

Hundreds more line up to start
March to life inside your heart

Hours drag, a week's a year
Your address is, 'Happy Here.'

In the detail, in the blink
Rolling first before you think

Rolling hills you loved to climb
Roly-poling back in time

©2009 Mark Bird