Sides of the Round Box Called Life

            In due time, the Past shall fade away into nothingness as Time,

            Ever, and never, forgiving shall slip away with each grain of

            Sand that slides down the hourglass of life.

In due time, Memories shall fade away like old Photographs that have

Frayed with Time and their muted colours become nothing but mere

Chemicals upon the glossy paper.

            In due time, the Future shall fade into the Present which will then

            Become the Past as we move forth through Life, ever Changing,

            Yet never Changing all at once.

In due time, Thy Memory shall fade away like all other scars this body

Wears, yet these scars will not show upon the outside.  My Heart bears

Them in silence, much like the whispering Wind that plays with my hair.

(c) 2003 A Riddle