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?