Time spares no one

Every hour now
is like a moment brief,
my last years in this world
I'm spending in mischief.

Rusty mirrors show me
that my days have passed,
but youth never thinks
that time runs so fast.

Dark hair of mine
now has a gray shade,
and all my lovely memories
have begun to fade.

Pale skin in which I'm trapped
is of wrinkles full,
each day my heart wonders
Why are years so cruel?

Yellow roses in my garden
had always been bit shy,
when I leave this earthly ground
Will they also die?

And when the time comes
to do my last button,
only one mystery
Will I be forgotten?