They Drift By
Our seconds- they drift by each day-
like little pieces fly,
and where they fall and where they lay
can make us laugh or cry.
Of all the little pieces, some
together, shape a form
on how our life will grow, become-
or vanish in its storm.
Our little pieces build up time-
from seconds grow to years;
so many- but they all entwine
to bring us smiles or tears.
And all our little pieces hold
the memories we keep;
like through an hourglass they unfold
our lifetime, in a heap.
Our little pieces we must use
to never waste a one,
for as they fly, so quick diffuse-
can never be redone.
Our seconds- they drift by each day-
as little pieces fly.
Each one shapes up our life's pathway-
from birth until we die.
September 15, 2016
~3rd Place~
Contest: Brian's Select 4
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 06/05/2020
~3rd Place~
Contest: All The Little Pieces
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Judged: -9/22/2016
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