As we’re getting closer to truth
As we are growing older,
And away from our youth.
As days are limited,
So much more to do and say,
But its seems prohibited.
Who knows when you’ll be married next?
Who knows where you’ll go a month from now?
Who knows which route He has planned for you and how?
In hope of a better upcoming day, you clinch to yesterdays bloopers.
And so focused you get between the two extremes,
You forget that this day you can never redeem!
But when the time comes for a goodbye,
We realize how valuable has become the affection.
I am counting days and I am valuing it in a documentary.