It occurried to me the other day.
Tomorrows come, then go away.
Better times have come and gone,
Never Staying,
Not for long.
Is there more to this life than waiting for death?
Time keeps moving, while we stay put,
always changing, never staying.
Time is an arrow that perices the soul,
Slowly killing one and all.
Death is a card will shall all be delt.
So live today the best you can.
Tomorrow is the begining of the end.
Better times may come along,
but they to will soon fade away and be gone.