the days fly by

 

the days are long,

but the years are short,

or so I’ve heard them say.

but the days fly by,

before my eyes,

and take my breath away.

they’re growing up, 

that’s the goal, of course,

but in the joy there’s sorrow.

for each day, I find,

leaves a day behind,

and I do miss them so.

there’s no stopping time,

there’s no pausing life,

so I open my eyes wider,

and hope that I

can memorize 

these days forever after.