It slips away like the sun dropping behind the ocean.
It dances away like a child laughing.
It creeps away like a cat after a nap.
It passes away like footprints in the sand.
It blows away like ashes from a fire.
It slips by like a stranger on a train.
It dances by like a bride on her wedding day.
It creeps by like a wolf on the hunt.
It passes by like a car on the highway.
It blows by like the wind on its journey.
It can not be stopped.
It slips, dances, creeps, passes and blows.
It can never return.