The years, they now go rushing by
my future is assured...
The window closes evermore
I'd slow them if I could...
This journey of a life so short
a flash before the eye...
I once was young and full of life
but now I often cry...
My days are spent in memories
I long for yesterday...
The glory of my innocence
still speaks to me today...
All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2014
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