Clocks are nothing but ticks and tocks strutting through the day As with the birds fluttering to and fro. Sunsets, ah such a beautiful thing to witness. A Rainbow running across the Earth never ending, Or the colors thrown off the rain after a rain shower. The smell of freshly brewed coffee in the coffee shop, Perspiration trickling down your neck as the attractive man Pours you a cup. Children are golden, but never will it last. Therefore, never Forget that pretty little boy who picked you a flower from the Playground; one day in the fast approaching future he will not Remember your appreciative smile. This planet, it moves around And around and the sun, it goes down and down and it goes down.. Tomorrow is today and yesterday never happened.
I wrote this for myself and a girl whose name is Gwynne Furches. We both suffer from similar things, but she isn't doing as good, if you can say good, as me right now.. Please pray for Gwynne. :)