With time everything gets the experience.
So, there is no pleasure.
Some don't even recognize the occurrence.
It comes to be in such leisure.

Fresh eyes are the ones,
Who told others of the passing.
The old got a chilling in their bones.
They remember doing the fessing.

The notice came and went.
Then it began its conquer on others.
Unaware of what it meant,
We carried on without a warning from our mothers.

It comes to envelop all.
So go on and take in all of it you see.
It will come to call.
Eventually taking with it, you and me.