Passing by

The days and years roll by so fast
until you wait and then they last
Unless you live, not just carry on
all the days will roll into one

As I sit and ponder life
interupted by the duties of a wife
It's a good thing that these are there
or i'd spend my life sat in my chair

With out a purpose, or a reason to live
A soul runs out of things to give
Day turns night and night turns day
I slowly and silently pass away
12-5-07 BjM