hours – Hearts Still Care

If

If roses lived long,
Would they be called flowers?

If vows were trusted,
Would one count down the hours?

If the seed wasn’t yours,
Would you get to reap it?

If love had a price,
Would I pay to keep it?

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.