That's the thought that gets us all
but we don't want to think about it,
we don't want to hear last call
But in the end, will it be gone?
Will all memory be erased?
Will we have run the race,
only to be disgraced?
Say it is not so,
let it not be so unkind
Let us have this night,
Let it never slip from mind
Let us hold it deep within our heart
though we knew it could not last
it was more than a dream
More than a moment's passed
We never thought of tomorrow'
nor the rising sun
laughter out weighed our sorrow
It was so much fun!
Oh, for the night
the Long night,
the candle burned so bright ...
but now it bids us goodnight ..
There are only so many
Only so many.
Mitchell Plumlee ( c ) 2014
