Pages of Time
When you turn the pages of time
Your fingerprints remain.
They’re stamped on everyone you know,
The prints are not the same.
Impressions are everlasting,
A perception of who we are.
Our nature cannot be hidden
Whether in church or at a bar.
We all know our days are numbered,
Our fatal endings then to be disclosed
And so, sometime in this future
Each in his own way will be disposed.
Then all that will be left of you
Is what you left with them.
For living in their memories
Is all that you have been.
So when your yesterdays are more
Than your tomorrows,
As your children too, reflect the signs of age,
Now’s not the time to be discouraged,
For it is only time for you
To turn the page.
C. Case 2010
No comments:
Post a Comment