Life Poem by Elle Jay E..

Everydays a poem.
Everydays a rhyme.
Everydays a novel.
But I dont have the time.
I cant write up my life.
In a single book.
I cant record the moments.
With nothing left to look.
I have to live it day by day.
I have to remember it play by play.
The moments move too fast.
The hours move too slow.
The minutes move to quickly, when you have somewhere to go.
The time goes on without you.
Itll leave you in the snow.
It wont look back at all.
It wont regret the things it left.
Stuck to the plastered wall.
It wont record your memories.
That you spent so much time on for all.
It leaves them in the dust.
Unless you record the rhyme.
It leaves them there to rust.
Unless you let it shine.
You have to keep it fresh.
You have to remind yourself.
Because if you dont.
Time will despise itself.