Non Fiction

• Touché Amoré
• Is Survived By

Every moment can’t remain

And every life won’t stay the same

With time comes a layer of rust

And our bones will turn to dust

Everyone will fall away

And every season is built on change

With time, the paint will peel

And all sense will lose its feel

Every cloth will start to fray

And every night will become day

With time, a mold will form

And what’s cold can become warm

Every love can’t always stay

And the dead will soon decay

With time, we’ll all be gone

But how you lived can live on