This Too Shall Pass 

By: Gia Picarella 

 

This too shall pass for time is a thief my dear 

Take fret no one knew the end was this near 

This too shall pass whether sorrow or joy 

Your bud may not yet be bloomed so make a ploy 

Don’t grant the thief your fear 

Instead, cherish all because it will soon disappear 

This too shall pass, so do not sit back and enjoy 

The thief is always lurking, make haste and employ 

Take my words with no fear my dear 

But know, time I thought I had is no longer here