You give and you take
You laugh and you cry
You push and you pull
And a year goes by
You look in a mirror
You look in a book
You look in a lover
And that’s all it took
Days blow like drifting leaves
Piled up around your door
All of these memories
What are they for?
Three hundred sixty-five
Sunsets and dawns
You add one to your age
And the world spins on
All of your pleasures
And all your regrets
The people remember
But the Earth forgets
Days blow like drifting leaves
Piled up around your door
All of these memories
What are they for?
You push and you pull
You laugh and you cry
You give and you take
And a year goes by
You know, I really like this. There’s a lot of bittersweetness to it. To me, it starts off cold, and by the end it’s warm. Like a year backwards. I like it.
Like this very much *** captures well the backward glance