Passing Through
Sometimes as time slips by as usual
And results are accepted as usual
I find myself watching myself in despair
Knowing that everything
Is untouchable as usual back there
Oh to reach back in time
Catch a memory taste the
Sweet sweat salty smell of
Childhood’s bubbled innocence
Some lives are made of missed moments
Suppressed desires, lost opportunities
Drifting together on unseen sunsets
Until looking back is insufferable
And finally, late, as usual
One lives for the moment.
Looking at tomorrow
Expectantly
While making today worthy
Of memory
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2005
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