Mystery
Location
Time is like a long road
That never seems to end
Yet we are taught at our youth
Everything comes to an end
Like the trees changes it's colors
A Christmas that passes each year
Why does is it have to end?
There are lots of good things
People are smiling and giggling
Should last forever
Yet it ends
Just as the sun sets
Also there are bad things
People are crying and mourning
Which it's ending is bitter sweet
It is a simple mystery of two
Why does everything end?
Why is there bad things?
Time may tell or never