Time creeps, time runs
Sometimes both
Sometimes only one
It moves along at any rate
When you near the finish line
Will you show a golden face to the setting sun
Or will you look back gray and wondering
Over things you’ve never said or done
It’s all no matter in the end
The life that’s happened can’t be changed
For all that you’ve thought good or not
You’ve come the way you’ve finally come
From the easy cradle
To the simple grave
Lanning Lee 