Mystery

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