Like a river,
It flows endlessly,
Like the seasons,
It waits for no one,
Like life,
It's filled with ups' and downs'
Like the air you breathe,
It's precious down to every little second,
It can't be repeated,
Nor can it be brought back,
Everyone has only a chance,
One chance to get it right,
Before it disappears...
To reappear many years later...
So don't let it slip away,
Like grains of sand,
But hold on tight,
As if your very life depended on it...
So that you'll be content,
And not filled with regrets and sorrow...
