Ever notice how time goes by?
The clock upon the wall goes “Bong!”
Just like a bird, the time does fly,
Like an army, marches along.
The leaves on trees tumble and fall,
While the wind blows across tall grass.
Life is short, it matters at all?
We are born to live ’til we pass.
Passage of time, incremental,
Step by step, we grow and we age.
Memories, so sentimental,
Every day we turn a new page.
Our lives develop like a book,
With chapters, ever twisting plots;
Stories changing each time we look,
Our emotions tied up in knots.
At last, our bodies will expire,
Physical death comes on us fast.
Buried, entombed, consumed by fire,
As the future becomes the past.
Our journeys will take many turns,
As the road goes around the bend.
A lifetime, it crashes and burns.
The Book of Life comes to an end.