Rushing, Changing, Fading, Gone. Poem by Jessica Lindsey

the wind is blowing
pushing time
it never can stand still
it runs its endless race with ease
it rushes on until-
eyes once bright
now dim with age
and youthful romances
quickly fade
and mem'ries of a summer night
holding close a lover tight
have slipped away
like quiet tears,
brim the pool
formed over years
of life
(and like the notes of song)
is rushing, changing, fading,
gone.