The progression of time is unending,
A fact which people quite often reject.
They don't seem to realize pretending,
Against Father Time, has not one effect.
The past can't be buried in a casket,
Hidden six feet under the earth to rot.
And the future won't still if you ask it;
You have to face time when you'd rather not.
But even the seconds you wish would die,
The moments you try not to remember,
Cannot hold a candle to all the times
You wished a moment would last forever.
Time refuses to wait for anyone,
So make the most of yours before it's done.