The Years are passing.

I'm coming to the end of the day doused in my own tears
I have passed my day in quiet, thinking over the passing years
My life is passing so  quickly and the days are slipping away
I don't ever want to waste a single moment  of any single day.

I was calling to mind my childhood and the other years
And also recalling how long it took to finally let out  tears
So many things were before me today and so am writing late
Now am preparing within my heart to quietly meditate.