Ever moving, never slowing,
on and on and on it turns,
time goes on as does life's song.
Sometimes gliding right along,
often apace of the human race.
So we live and so we leave,
as we give one final heave,
"Move along..." it whispers softly.
Never choose to stay and dwell,
for the problem will surely swell.
As is said, "It is better to have loved
and lost than to have never loved at
all..." -----
So ponder, muse, and dream a dream.