Days of reflection on my life and times,
All blend together like a long lost dream,
Flowing forward on a river of rhymes,
Like cascading waterfalls in a stream.
A life goes by in the blink of an eye.
Days turn into weeks, the months into years.
As we try to wonder why we must cry,
The passage of time will dry all the tears.
This earthly plane upon which we have flown,
This experience which we endeavor;
The bitter end comes at a time unknown,
But the wheel of life rolls on forever.