Years...


Seconds into minutes, then minutes into hours�
Hours into days, that are filled with springtime flowers.
Then days turn into weeks, then months turn into years�
Before you catch a glimpse of it, the time has passed we fear.

Years can be like bookmarks, to help us remember when�
We laughed or cried, or reached the sky, and what we did back then.
They mark the times within our lives, when things did come and go�
Of sun and rain, and heartfelt pain, and winter's sleeping snow.

Seconds into minutes, then minutes into hours�
Hours into days, that are filled with springtime flowers.
Then days turn into weeks, then months turn into years�
We try to make the best of them, for the time that we were here.

Years turn into memories, we build them every one�
Of times we made, from hours and days, and moments filled with sun.
So when the days have passed us by, and there is naught to do�
I look through them as bookmarks, and memories of you.

Ron Walker March 2000


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