IT MATTERS’ NO MORE

 

Life will pass us quickly, dear love,

   To our journey’s final rest,

No one will give thought,

   If we were friends or foe.

It will all be forgotten with time;

Like the battered garden bench

   Where our days slowly passed.

 

Life will pass us quickly, dear love,

   Our troubles will be no more;

The accomplishments of this life

   Will barely leave their mark.

The dreams we made together, love,

The times we danced together here,

Will have no more meaning than

   Smoke fading in the wind.

 

Life will pass us quickly, dear love,

   The sadness will be no more;

The songs we sang were surely in vain

   Without substance or rhythm sounds.

All the friendships we have this day

The hearts we touched along the way-

We shall be as friendless now as they,

   But who if any will surely care?

 

Life will pass us quickly, dear love,

   With little notice or little concern

Of life’s bitter hurts and pain,

   And our day’s give way to darkness.

So fill the glasses with sweet wine,

Let me kiss your lips while still wet,

And to love you if only a little while,

   Before… “ It matters’ no more.”

 

Epaphroditus© November ‘00