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