A year full of words

Memories on paper

It's funny how how things grow,

How wonkily things can flow,

How one's planning could go so wrong,

With only one action that was only slightly flawed.

But when something is done,

Consequences must always follow,

Whether they are wanted or not.

But that is how life is,

Constantly growing,

Constantly flowing,

Like an endless supply of frustration, sadness or just complete utter happiness.

We all start differently,

We all end differently too.

But we all age and grow old,

And up in death beds.

Though our lives we cannot keep forever,

words can still be kept,

these memories on paper,

these are things that last forever.

And as years are sure to pass,

these words will always last,

taken on through by our friends,

a treasure until the very end.