Hours Pass So Slow In The Day
The hours pass so slow in the day
Then decades are gone in a flame
Y’all, hold your lovers a little longer
While you can still remember their name
Forever lasts before end of the day
Then forty years have gone just like that
Y’all, hold your lovers a little tighter
Before you die and get laid out down flat
Our lives read out in poems half writ
With or without a dear someone with which to care
Y’all, hold your lovers a whole lot closer
Make sure it’s with you the time they want to share
The hours pass so slow in the day
Then decades are gone in a flame
Y’all, hold your lovers a little longer
While they still care to remember your name
Posted on February 27, 2019, in Poem and tagged day, days drag on, decades pass quickly, false love, forgetting, fragile love, hooking up, immature love, loss, lost love, love, old age, past time, regret, temporary love, time flies, years. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.