Often how I keep wondering   In these minutes of a time and season   On from busy hours   To remember life, as a time when no one rested   Hurried, incomplete   Worsened by defeat   Of the growing discontented   Swept away from life awakened to each day   With the sense that no one here will stay      And all was lost   A book was closed on our lives   Song for all time      Unfamiliar place, with familiar signs   You can never leave them far behind   Temporary grief, no prolonged relief   Holes are filled with things you still don't need   Every friend you've lost   Each a single thought   Captured in a letter on a shelf   Once a year we write, once a year we call   But every year there's less to talk about         And all was lost   A book was closed on our lives   Song for all time