Ticking Down

All good times must pass

Into dust and memories,

When I leave this place

I will see you no more

And this friendship will dissolve

Away in the rains of time,

All these days of dancing in the sun

With just you

Are ticking down faster than you or I know,

Time is a funny thing,

You may have much time,

As much time as October’s colored leaves,

But when November’s bitter wind blows

Your time leaves you to join the sky,

Your time betrays you

To loss and despair

Which drain me,

I have little time left with you

All our joy will soon be

Gone.