What shall be known of the days we've wasted The friends we've loved and those we've hated What will become of the laughter last Or those once known in lives long past
What shall we do with the time we've wasted Or the gentle lips like wine once tasted What of our children alone when we die Or our bodies like fallen leaves that lie
What will come of the mornings and the days Who will remember our purpose and ways What of our memories and what of the pain Who will know them as us the same
It is you-- that will live them one more time And you will taste those lips of wine You too will know the joys I knew, And sorrows' longing, for life anew
McGill RSS Feeds
