As the seasons do shall wander,
Our reflection doth begins.
Of our lives we must be fonder,
So paths may open for our kin.

As ephemeral as day,
Our moments shared are numbered.
And a flame that's lit may only stay,
If memories remain remembered.

So here's a thought you may hold on to,
When days do go astray:
Open your mind's door so you can go through,
Reminiscing adventures that portray,
That life is filled with many twists,
But little pleasures do truly exist.