When All the Worlds Have Lost Their Glow
Days and years and decades drift by,
and as odd as it seems,
there is someone, somehow keeping time.
When will the clock run down?
For you and I it comes much too soon.
What is time to a world though?
A thousand years puts wrinkles on a planet's face,
much the same as fifty does on ours.
Our time here is too short.
Tomorrow is hoped for but not guaranteed,
Too many ways for us to end our stay,
Don't put off another day,
What you think will be okay,
Tomorrow is hoped for but not guaranteed.
Thom B. Williams