newspapers no one reads anymore, love, the teacher

Monday morning Mundane stories Newspapers no one bothers to read anymore Thrown on the floor The words grow cold People come and they go, but no one stays Anymore Before you know I will be old Will you remember the days of long ago Here today Gone tomorrow The day's always running away She never seems waits For us Stuck under the sun Tuesday came today Not like yesterday He knocked on the door left the paper in my Hand He taught me to read I never fell back asleep I read to the end and this is what it said What lasts forever, Lovers or treasures? Will you live for this life or the next? Here today There tomorrow Do you know this man, even writes in sand One day you'll understand I searched to find The right words to write When all's said and done There's one who sits over the sun