How one could say .. oh one could say
A life lived is as a brand new day
It arrives and then later slips away
Being born, later dying not meant to stay
A sunset could be called a pre-birth too
On the other side of the earth it's true
Becoming another day far away so new
Being the birth of a new day after it leaves you
A beautiful baby born and soon it turns grey
Having then lived it's life and had its day
As time its self in all forms will have its way
Not one soul has ever held it at all at bay
Too often years ago seem to many like yesterday
As we learned we worked we enjoyed our play
And soon it all so quickly seemed to slip away
Like a new bloom as in a flower once on display
During each life we make many a choice our way
As some live in regret and many more rejoice away
So many views on life so very many a voice to say
As a life lived is but a dawn and a sunset of a day.