Minutes, hours, days, Moments come and then fade away. Season thrive and then they change The world revolves and life goes on Our childhood laughter becomes a faint sound Muffled by the years that move us along Good times become distant memories As quick as they come they fade Though it seemed like they would forever stay We look back and say wasn’t that yesterday? Time has a way of rushing us on. Dragging us forward to the vast beyond This place called future we all long for It’s in the next minute, day, or open door The past is a place valued immensely We all long to relive it’s happy memory It’s this era called present we tend to skip over So busy looking ahead or over our shoulder We forget that it’s now that makes the past What we do here is what will last Cherish the moments, spend time with your friends Because the time you have now You won’t have again