It’s all the same, so little changed. Cosmetic things are re-arranged.
But summer still begets the fall and winter magnifies for all
the beauty born of Spring.
Life’s never ending flow of time proclaims with harsh contrast that I’m
a moment – save to but a few. Then make that moment last!
It flies on wings concealed by youth and quickened by the past.
It will not stop, this silent theft of precious time, until I’m left
To face the fear that I’ll no longer know
The gifts that only love and youth bestow.
So spend yourself as best you can, to give life meaning, rather than
pursue a course that takes you far yet robs yourself of who you are.
And time will come when memories dim and fad away
till then be true, while the man in the mirror grows older, day by day.