AS TIME GOES BY
Every sad event inspires a happy thought;
In every bitter tear a glint of hope is caught.
From the mud we walk through we seek to be clean,
Contentment is the flower that blossoms from a dream.
Experience leaves us idle with nothing left to do,
Except to be relentless in seeking what is true.
For knowing that tomorrow is a replica of today,
We listen less to rhetoric that takes delight away.
Love is more important and easier to express,
Though the years defeat us with worrying amounts of stress.
As that final day approaches with which we can’t relate,
We think of all the rights and fixes now it is too late
For we are thinking more of others as we turn of the light,
To vanish into the mystery of a never ending night.