Ever notice how time goes by?
The clock on the wall goes bong
Like a bird, the time does fly
Like an army, it marches along

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 until we pass

Passage of time is incremental
Little by little, 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
With emotions tied up in knots

Eventually our bodies will expire
As death comes upon us fast
Buried, entombed, consumed by fire
The future becomes the past

Our journeys take many turns
The road goes around the bend
A lifetime crashes and bums
As the book of life does end