Like a blossoming flower
Time ticks by the hour
Bringing with it its trials and tribulations
Leaving behind in its wake a foul stench that follows you through eternity
Though on this journey you seek but one treasure
Stored only in the tower of bliss and pleasure
When obtained its once again stolen
Taken by the hands of time
Oh happiness, my treasure
Why can't you stay with me forever
Poem by Margaret
