I always hoped I'd have some more -
Another year, or two.
A month, a week, a day before
Our days were done and through.
But life is blind, and deaf, and dumb
To simple hopes and dreams -
And just before the moment's come,
The moment's passed, it seems.
So savour every fleeting night,
And every fading day -
And take the time to make it right...
Before it slips away.

This post was edited by Spez on Nov 7 2015 06:06am