O how quickly hastens time
The days they turn to years
Like a shooting star across the sky
Then quickly disappears
Moments passed become remembered
Growing sweeter with the time
Just as grapes put to the lips
Taster sweeter from the wine
Time now gone becomes more precious
Valued more than gold or money
Scenes held so dear remain unchanged
Just as the taste of the long kept honey
Then comes the hour our breath is faded
And our eyes no longer see
The memories we held so dear in life
Are then given up to eternity
No more seen and no more known
Just as times alloted wages
Our memory is taken to the grave
And there we are given to the ages
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:03 AM UTC
O how quickly hastens time
The days they turn to years
Like a shooting star across the sky
Then quickly disappears
Moments passed become remembered
Growing sweeter with the time
Just as grapes put to the lips
Taster sweeter from the wine
Time now gone becomes more precious
Valued more than gold or money
Scenes held so dear remain unchanged
Just as the taste of the long kept honey
Then comes the hour our breath is faded
And our eyes no longer see
The memories we held so dear in life
Are then given up to eternity
No more seen and no more known
Just as times alloted wages
Our memory is taken to the grave
And there we are given to the ages