Whispers of Struggle

Time will go by way too fast,
Before we know it, we’ll be looking at the past.
Sitting in rocking chairs, sharing the good times we had,
Some memories good, and some pretty bad.

More goodbyes will have to be said,
And, oh, those days, we will dread.
We will watch as our children have children, who grow up all too fast,
And we’ll tell them to cherish those moments, because they don’t last.

So we cherish the moments that we get to share,
Showing our loved ones that we care.
Until the last breath is taken one day,
Live every moment; don’t let it slip away.