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
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