As Time Goes

The year's twilight

Drifts across our bow

Setting the sun

Across the seeds that we sow

We hope for

Better next year

And end to our tears

The cure to our fears

Or the strength to

Just bear

But Fate smiles

With a smirk

Oh so sly

Tossing our plans

On the breeze

Passing by

For November is fleeting

And our dreams are

But driftwood

Crushed by the tides

Of Life

A/N - Included in the collection Piece of Me.