Now it's time to go
leave it all behind,
things move and grow
new ideas we'll find.
Everything's for awhile
ideas come and go,
yesterday's a beguile
tomorrow we don't know...
Life is ways trodden
onto dreams and hope,
some will be forgotten
other be as a robe.
Life is never too easy
it is just what it all is,
roads calm or breezy
rememberings a bliss.
You and I for a while
we tried to make a way,
several with a smile
others in a certain gray.
But now it is all around
to the years coming,
ideas new then found
that'll grow its blooming
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