Time Is The Killer

There is one picture of us
Running around a field of dandelions and weeds
Baby teeth framed through smiles spread ear to ear
Never stopping long enough to catch our breath

You can feel the joy and bliss
Through the crumpled paper
Back when our hearts pumped energy
And our wounds bled memories

Youth is such a beautiful thing to loose
It is not something that we walk away from
It is something that gets lost in our being throughout time
Time is the killer of all the moments we promised we'd never forget

Now, the photographs are something that we frame and nail to a wall
To display to visitors a moment that is gone forever
Stolen by time
Only to be replaced by more