That fleeting lovely golden day,
Will never again appear.
Been and done and on its way,
From where it was just here.

The moment recent here and now,
So quickly there and then.
Gone before aware somehow,
Where did it drift and when?

I hardly saw it come and go,
No chance its time to hold.
Delivered new before I know,
Then used and quickly old.

Days piling up behind me,
As they pass by from ahead.
Moving on I'll ever be,
Until all future days have fled.