they say take each day by the grasp of your hand
don't let life pass you by with a jar full of sand
but what if the inevitable marching of time
marches too fast to keep up with your rhyme
for time makes you tired, disappointingly so
It causes you grief, gets you stuck in deep snow
but it's when sinking through ice when it finally stills
a glimpse of deaths door shows the fear time instills
for every minute each day
in the back of our minds
is the reminder of death we creep closer with time
