February 12, 2025
The days are slow and years are fast.
We know each moment cannot last.
“Resisting time leads to madness;
Don’t fight the chrono-apparatus!”
Looking back on this time that’s past,
The days are slow and years are fast.
Babies, they turn into people!
We grow too, older and feeble.
As they grow up, we grow apart,
Held in our souls, held in our hearts.
The days are slow and years are fast.
Cherished moments, memories past.
But there’s joy, this passage of time,
Embrace gratitude, life’s sublime.
So partake, in this die so cast,
The days are slow and years are fast.