Ever notice how time goes by?
The clock on the wall goes “Bong!”
Just like a bird, the time does fly;
Like an army, it marches along.

The leaves on trees tumble and fall,
The wind blows across tall grass.
Life is short, does it matter at all?
We are born to live ’til we pass.

Passage of time is incremental.
Step by step, we grow and age.
As memories can be sentimental,
Every day we turn a new page.

Our lives develop like a book,
With chapters and twisting plots.
Stories change 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.
When a lifetime crashes and burns,
The Book of Life comes to an end.