The days have been fleeting,
all of my time disappearing—
moment by moment deleting,
and then I start anew.
Days are filled to the brim;
my time is growing slim.
I start to ache in my limbs,
because that’s what aging will do.
I feel smarter every day,
and somehow dumber every way.
Thus is life, we all say—yay?
Until we all pass through.
It’s strange like that, life—
it happens quickly, causing ...