Passage Of Time

Now let me tell you a story, slip into a haze from the past, when life was carefree and easy, and days were as long as they last.
The world seemed to be a better place, filled with an innocent bliss, warmed by the scent of my mother's caress, as she sent me to bed with a kiss.
Back then my mother would tell me, not to wish my young life away, cause the passage of time comes too quickly, and you'll miss the beauty of the day.
Now as I stand in this moment, and savor the remnants of time, life passed me by with fair warning, and vanished before my own eyes.
Which brings me back to this story, pardon me if I reminisce, as I take my mother by her hand, send her off to bed with a kiss.
As I take my mother by her hand, send her off to bed with a kiss.