Slipping
Slipping through my fingers
Slipping into memory
Slipping fast
the life, the loves, the family
You were young
The sky stood blue
The house, the dream
it all was new
Before you even looked up to see
it passed unkindly and, impatiently
It's gone you know
it can't remain
It crumbles down
to be built anew.
Swallow, swallow catch up fast
before what's left
goes slipping past.
Melanie Clink
I am a lifetime member of this community.
Volume 7, Issue 2, Posted 2:04 PM, 02.02.2015