The stream of life we drift along,
Some go weeping; some in song.
Wearing rags or wearing a crown,
Keeping afloat, or going down.

Looking out from aging eyes,
It makes you wonder; realise!
Todays yesterdays; tomorrow maybe?
Only! what will be, will be.

The book of life; page by page,
Every chapter adds to your age,
Reading slow or reading fast,
Our life story can not last...

By Jim Noond.