The time flew by so fast, a life in the blink of an eye
He thought that he had forever, but now he must say goodbye.

The tiny shoes for little feet, so old and tattered now
He walked in them so long ago, he can't remember how.

The photos of his long past youth, and where his life began
Sit quietly in a dusty box he dares not open again.

His family is so far away, he has been on his own
He needs them now, but will not say; and so he cries, alone.

The time is drawing closer, the box is nearly done
He cannot bear to leave them, as he remembers, one by one.

The joy and laughter of his youth, the tears and the protection.
The friendships that he always entered with fears of their rejection.

He glances out at the last box, the end point of his life
It's filled with many letters from his dear departed wife.

He longs to join her now, so he sits back with closed eyes.
The box is shut, the memories fade...

How quickly time flew by.