I'd like to try gims words: time, vague, memory, connect

Time, they say, is a formidable foe,
It drains your strength,
And makes you old,
A memory grows vague,
Names with faces, you cannot connect,
But there's still good news,
For all to project.

Humans' have a part of their being,
Which does not get weak or dim,
One segment of man forever stays strong,
It's the spirit that lives with HIM.

So do not fret or worry 'bout a thing,
I'll meet you in Heaven,
Where the Angels doth sing!