As seconds pass,we look back of what our lives have held.
As minutes pass, we see what fell through the cracks, part of our lives withheld.
As hours pass,we think of what we learned,what we have taught and what we have forgotten.
As days pass, we wish a lot could be returned, we wish we never would fought.
You hope they won't forget you.
As years pass, you stand alone,they have all grown, married and gone.
But it is just the matter of time.