A MEMORY IN TIME
The days are long and the nights are short,
But time keeps moving forward never stopping,
Not even to smell the roses.
So as I move toward the setting sun,
I blush and cry with a moment of happiness,
That dies as fast as it arrives.
And now the setting sun has fell upon my face,
And I wonder if the night will bring the joy that the day left behind.
As the moon rises I find that it is only a mere illusion,
And all that I fear has returned to find me weeping and crying,
For now I know that my life is just a memory in time.