~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

I will give this a try, at least a quick scribble

TIME

It seems that time goes by so fast
The best of times can’t seem to last
What we remember is in the past
Our prior life is lost

We have to make the most of time
To try our best is not a crime
Do what we can while in our prime
It matters not the cost

We cannot slow our time here down
So we should live without a frown
And with our friends just hang around
Days will to soon exhaust

Not one thing in our life will change
Unless we can it rearrange
Our friends may think that we are strange
When this last bridge is crossed.