Time is running past you, like a tire rolling down a hill, life is flying by you, and you seem to smile still.
You’re getting old, look wore down, tired, maybe ill, you have aged, soon you may die, and yet you smile, still.
You’re going fast, and then it stops, and then begins again; you are reborn, but aren’t the same, and yet you smile, still.
It goes on and on, and never stops, you’re old and then, you’re young; you’re here, you’re there, you’re not yourself, and yet you smile, still.
You seem happy, but how could that be, when you’re wasting away, I do not understand, how can you even smile, still? Suddenly you stop, and look, directly towards me, your smile’s finally disappeared, now you look sad, instead.
It’s at this time I realize, it was something that I did, I hurt you so, I take it back, and we smile together. Our lives all may be difficult, our lives all may be bad, our lives may come and go, but life’s way too short to be sad.
From the really Old Stock