It's strange to think that one moment you're young, <br />And the next you're wrinkled, your song unsung. <br />Precious moments fly by at a blink, <br />And realising the life you've wasted, you just sink. <br /> <br />The fact that events of yesterday are a mere memory <br />They were years ago, no decades, seems eerie. <br />Thoughts of girls you fancied and oft a boy, all deceased, <br />Off to meet their maker, but you'll be soon to the priest. <br /> <br />Point is today is last year, and last year is never, <br />Enjoy everyday, cherish the memories, be clever.<br /><br />Daniel Sims<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/distant-memories-5/
