All Too Soon The Song Ends

The song ends all too soon.
You wish it would go to noon.
For you're not the only one in the room.

But it may be for the best.
No, it's not a test.
But you'll find it more precious.

For all things must end sometime.
It may feel like a crime.
But some things can't be measured,
when they are treasured.

So treasure it to the last,
but don't leave it in the past.
For while it may end,
in your memory it can live again.

Enjoy the dance
and around the room prance.
Some things just can't be measured.
If when with someone, you're together.
All too soon the song ends.


Morris Cox
March 29, 1998