Their Time in the Sun

They have fun
In the sun.
Their perfect
Bodies reject
The fact that they
Will grow old.
Where I to be bold
And say,
All this will pass
Away,
Lad and lass would laugh.
Though, perhaps a thoughtful few
Would say
Thats true.
But we must
Enjoy our day
Ere we are dust.
And I would nod,
And go away.