What is old is new again

What is old,
is new again;
like our love,
that years ago began.

Now blossomed,
and matured;
we came through all four seasons,
back to where we first sang.

but none the wiser;
in youth we knew it all,
come of age and we’re not so sure.

Romance fades,
when hope drifts;
we loose sight,
when we take flight.

The hours,
tick slowly by;
come home,
and quickly the years pass by.

We wear our coats,
in summer;
and lay in bed,
as if it were dark.

It’s time to leave,
and heal the pain;
we can live our lives,
for everything old is new again.

TIme Will Tell You Otherwise

Time is good you see?
time infuses tea.

As flavour is to wait,
age is to fate.

Love blossoms in time,
as does the mind.

Time sees out pain,
for nothing stays the same.

Wisdom comes with age,
with each turn of the page.

Look back and take a peek,
memory is such a sneak.

Youth be the embodiment of life?
Time will tell you otherwise.