Days go by at the speed of life
Tick after tick I feel the slow knife
One more wrinkle upon my face
One more reminder of my fleeting place
I started out stronger than the fire of hell
But not long after began the toll of the bell
The spirit leads and the flesh should follow
Mine has died and soon the body will hollow
Where is the joy of my childhood
Bringing hope to all I could?
It seems it has fallen away and ever so fast
Thank my Maker, for I was not built to last
-CL Fuqua