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.