Years of innocence, years of glee,
Years that ran away from me
And left behind mere memories
Of the lives we used to live.
Years of Triumph, years of Woe,
Man cannot stop the temporal flow
Which whooshes and weaves its way down
Toward spaces not yet met,
Spaces to which we may never get.
Years of sorrow, years of joy,
Years ago whilst still a boy
I met a weary, world-worn man, who told me of a wondrous plan
To defeat the ravages of Time;
Escaping into a poem’s lines.
This lesson I hope to have heeded well
As I feel Time’s tsunami heave and swell.
My time is short, and his much shorter, but
I fell in love with this man’s daughter.
And once we’d wed, and drank his wine,
He passed away, dear friend of mine.
Years of happiness, years of grief,
Our time on Earth is very brief.
Years of innocence, years of glee,
Years that ran away from me
And left behind mere memories
Of the lives we used to live