(c) 2017 Edward York
The days all blend together,
And fade into the one ahead.
We often seem to face them,
With some degree of dread.
In youth we seem to waste them,
In daydreams while we slack.
Oblivious to the passing,
Of days we can\'t get back.
Our outlook always changes,
As the days behind us grow.
Now the days come speeding by,
That we once thought moved too slow.
So I will leave you with this wisdom,
For the days that haven\'t past;
Just savor every moment,
Because it might be your last.