Clutching a moment which could be the last Since moments scrabble and dribble away Like sand sifting through this glass of today To join their fallen fellows in the past Which were and are no more but had their say And still remember what they might have been Before and after left lonely between I hide within my hand what cannot stay An ice cube melting running down my wrist
Wonderful way to say it. We grow older and our grandest times become nothing more than wonderful memories. Come to think of it; that's not so bad.
God Bless,
Lew
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
Regis
God Bless,
Lew