Monday, September 29, 2008

Expiry Date

This that has come – this too will pass
The green meadows will become dried grass
Family, friends, foes, your guy or your gal
No one is going to be the same, pal

Like the lily that blooms for only a day
Or the oak that stands for some hundred years
To wither in the end, all you have will wear away
And you will want, in vain, to do more than shed tears

The feelings that you feel amount to little
In relationships; the silken laces, time does whittle
They are never strong enough to avoid their fate
Every relationship, my dear, comes with an expiry date