The days fly by,
Like seasons do;
I’m forgotten;
But alive, too.

Few days are good;
Most still are bad;
Some hours bring smiles;
Most keep me sad.

As the days go,
I let them, one
By one, and blur
The moon and the sun.

I put on smiles,
As night takes day;
And like the night,
They do not stay.

So I live them,
Like pills and sleep,
Like dreams I dream;
But cannot keep.