Warm breezes blow

To the sound of children singing

But then teachers come 

To drag them away

There is work to be done

They work and write

then shrivel and die

Never reaching their dreams

Never learning to fly

So next time you are with your 

"Friends"

You must remember 

All good things end

Nothing will last 

No-one will stay

Never will you laugh

The same way

Your ambitions, goals, and dreams

Fade away

Slowly over time

So 'Memento Mori',

"Remember you will die".