I can’t help it,

That the days pass,

That my years grow,

All that I say is that,

I wish one happy moment,

Could live eternally,

With me despite so many,

That I may have had,

Surrounded by a plethora,

Of bad ones like black clouds.

It may seem sad,

A tale that should be told,

But never experienced,

But it’s a reality,

I’ve borne over the years,

Which is why I say,

I cannot stop,

The progression of time,

As it ages me and makes me,

Wiser, stronger in the midst,

Of utter chaos.