Time Goes On Poem by Brian Hinckley

Once more the calendar flips,
days pass into oblivion.
Shared moments gone forever,
once more the calendar flips.

The grains of time strike loud,
echoing in the empty vaults of eternity.
No moment can ever be relived,
the grains of time strike loud.

Love today will not be tomorrows,
ever changing and ever evolving.
We can only hope to keep our hearts resolved,
love today will not be tomorrows.

Once more the calendar flips,
another year to right the wrongs.
I pray I can do better than he ever did,
once more the calendar flips.