Ages of Time

Who should ever know, ages of time forgotten last? They should grab hold, for new is never first. Gentle good memories fade, bad ones burst. Ones life gathers things, flown from past. We shelter time sold, wishing ahead so quick. Instead should cherish, moments that quake. Passing time more swiftly, a large mistake, Days of week, foregone to weekends flick. Each week, churns onward, toward months end. No more justification, new does begin. Each time we rush, our faces lose another grin. Transfixing years that expedite, fleeting send. Ages of time forgotten, who should ever know? First, grab each day, for what it brings so new. Burst free from bad, so they will fade too. Gather from past, what is rich with glow. Written for Sponsor Barbara Gorelick Contest Name Once Upon A "Time