The Time of Our Lives

Time flows away like water down the drain
Life flows too yet without unseemly haste
Not only down but up to live again
Life goes on flows on never goes to waste
Knowing no past nor future only now
Its destination always here somehow

So much to live! Such promises to keep!
May life through the dining room ceiling come
And from the floor raise steps up to the stars

As feeling tingles back to rooms gone numb
In new days more of Venus less of Mars
May singing start where all was deaf and dumb
Keyboards and drums and electric guitars
Meaningful silence of study and sleep
All things in season ripe and full and sweet
Life over time and triumph past defeat

Our time is the relative measure of
Life as we live it in the day-to-day
Made up of things like hope and faith and love

The time of our lives never goes away
Along the way somebody remembers
That which is truly us is us to stay
Decembers bear Mays which bear Decembers
As life flows yet without unseemly haste
Life goes on flows on never goes to waste

+Steven Curtis Lance



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