Taking Turns

Taking Turns

The day ends by night, and memories are made by people.
Just one stroke of the brush, to paint away our history.
Will it be empty, or filled with little dimples.
Time pushes people, but people push themselves to be better.
Push and shove we go, not noticing the crippled.
Higher and higher we evolve, leaving those behind to wither.
God is a master-mind, He mends our way.