Fugit - Stephen A. Roberts

The remembrance of all things past
Those golden days that could never last
We stood upon the reservoir of youth
Convinced we knew the only truth

Was it arrogance or naïve belief
That carried us over every reef
Swept along on the rising tide
We laughed so hard and enjoyed the ride

Now we wait in rooms for our turn
Looking back on what we've learned
The doubt crept in and is here to stay
We sold our souls for another day

We repeat repeat the same mistakes
Until our film has no more takes
The final reel is spinning down
Fade to black and no more sound

Stephen A. Roberts