Times never come back, they say,
Like sand slipping through our fingers each day,
Memories fade, and moments pass,
Leaving behind only echoes that last.
Time is a river that never stops,
A journey that takes us to the mountaintops,
And through the valleys of our soul,
Where we find both sorrow and goal.
In times of joy, we laugh and sing,
And feel the world with new light bring,
But in times of sorrow, we cry and mourn,
And find it hard to face the dawn.
Yet time keeps moving, never slowing,
And we must learn to keep on going,
To cherish each moment, as it passes by,
And find the courage to say goodbye.
For times may never come back, it's true,
But they leave behind a part of you,
A tapestry of memories and dreams,
That lives on, like a gentle stream.
