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.

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Volume 7, Issue 2, Posted 2:04 PM, 02.02.2015