The Passing of Time

The passing of time is a curious thing,

It ebbs and flows like a restless sea,

And yet, it moves us forward, like a king.

In youth, we long for the days of spring,

When life is new and our hearts are free,

The passing of time is a curious thing.

As we grow older, we spread our wings,

And set out on paths we long to see,

And yet, it moves us forward, like a king.

We learn to laugh, to love, to sing,

To cherish moments of sweet harmony,

The passing of time is a curious thing.

And as we near the end of everything,

We look back on all that used to be,

And yet, it moves us forward, like a king.

For time is a force that never tires,

And in its wake, it leaves our fondest desires.