The Years Flee By

The years flee by
As a leaf upon wind
Their progress too spry
For those that have sinned

And too quickly fly
The days turned to gold
Of freedom and sighs
And leaves pressed in folds

Of dusty old books
Packed away somewhere, lost
Since most never look
For the memories tossed.

"Life is what happens
While you're making plans"
Said Lennon, but time has elapsed
Since he held truth in his hands.

To build up the future,
First the past must be mended.
Reminiscing heals the heart
And the soul is transcended.