Time changes for no one

but moves on like the sun in the sky

Wishing I could change history

Every moment wasted in misery

Trace the steps of my past

sifting grains back through the glass

I'd make up for all the time I lost,

and days idled away in futile thought

To live life is to live a dream,

and dreaming is just a memory,

of the way things used to be

The life shared between you and me,

never dulls from my memory,

but simply endures

as time slips into eternity.

Ó 1998

Clyde H Woodfin Jr.