My Life
The years stretch back,
Each year made up
Of months, weeks, days –
Where did they go?
How did it get so late
Before I was ready?
Though I try to grab each day
And slow it down,
It trickles through my
Grasp like sand
Through an hourglass,
Like river water slipping
Over my fingers.
Morning turns to noon
Then to twilight and night.
Suddenly the day is gone.
I see pictures in the
Photo album of my mind.
Special times are there,
But not each day that passed.
So many blank spaces,
Also days of my life,
That slipped by without
My realizing it at all!
What the short future holds
I cannot tell, but
Try I must to catch
Each precious passing moment
And hold it in my heart,
Be it sweet or painful,
And savor it, for
Isn’t that all there is?
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