The Past It Has Gone

So many when remembering the long gone years
In nostalgic mood they do feel moved to tears
But time it ticks on and for none seems to wait
And in death we all do share a similar fate.

We remember the past but the past it has gone
And the present is what matters though the clock it ticks on
The years seem to hurry we soon grow old and gray
And feel happy to welcome the dawn of a new day.

Though our young years were happy years the time ticked on fast
But we can only live in the present since the past is the past
In bouts of nostalgia some do feel rather sad
When they think of their good years and the good times they've had.