NEVER MORE

Never more will I be young,

Nor dream of things I may become,

My better years have passed me by,

But I won’t sit and wonder why.

I’m moving on to other things,

I have no time to sit and sing,

Of days gone by and chances lost,

Or think of bridges never crossed.

Time is the thief that took my youth,

Running fast with me in pursuit.

I’ve lost the race, time passed me by,

As each new year, I saw to fly.

I now will weave with threads worn old,

From memories now found as gold,

My quilt made bright from yesterdays,

That in my mind, each day replays.

Shorter the distance to look ahead,

Than the years that I have shed,

Each precious day... no more ignore,

For I will be young...never more.