The Lady And The Tramp Poem by Dawson Walter Smith

Where did the time go?
It's already now and it feels like yesterday was then.
But it all went so slow,
truth is though I probably couldn't tell you when.

This can't be it we haven't even really started,
but it feels like it's already done.
Don't know how quickly we departed,
but I know we made sure to have fun.

Wish I could have done so much more,
but even time has it's limits.
Probably could have got an encore,
just hope we don't end up an exhibit.

They say we all the same, made from the same stamp,
You were the lady, and I was the tramp.