As fallen leaves can’t go back on the tree,
The years we’ve missed are gone from us forever.
That’s just the way it’s been and it will be.
We can’t turn back to days among the heather.
As snow may melt while drifting on the breeze,
Our moments flee and cannot be re-gathered.
Our lives will pass as quickly as a breath,
As vapors rise from water’s steam unfettered.
As seasons change from hot to cool to cold,
We’re growing old and cannot change our feather.
So friend, I hope that both of us will see
The need to make the most of time together.
Cherel S. Justice