I am happy now, but I won’t be later,
My smile, a vow, to be ripped like paper.
My thoughts will grace, a mere moment in space,
quickly displaced, then temporarily re-placed.

My memory is vast, but it soon will stall,
A life, a past, I’ll no longer recall.
My mind will grow, til today is ago,
Leaving only a shadow, of what will be tomorrow.

I can dance tonight, but will stumble in time,
My bones, my might, a brittle design.
My body will sway, up until it lay,
To stay and decay, up until one day.