The Rhymer Rhymes On

Eventually we all become victims of time
But the rhymer till death never runs out of rhyme
Forgetfulness comes with age when the best years are gone
But the rhymer loves to rhyme and the rhymer rhymes on
With the passing of time the ralization on us does grow
That so little of life's ways we do seem to know
And the old one walks slow and the young one walks fast
But the rhymer rhymes on though his or her best in the past
We learn as we live some are known to say
But to some old age with it brings memory decay
But the fact is we are born as mortals and fact never lie
And the longer we live the sooner we will die
And yesterday like all yesterdays to the forever gone
And we live in the now and the rhymer rhymes on.