Friday, November 30, 2012

But Never You...





Time has a habit of stealing
Its moments from my grip
Scarcely I touch or feel them
Before silently they slip
And seal or steal their memory
Where Time cannot return
Some I relinquish gladly
For others soft, I yearn…
And some, mercy’s dear kindness
Allows me to forget
Instead of being weighted
Forever with regret
Others, I never ponder
As they slip into the blue
And some are full of wonder
And mystery
And
You…

I may forget ‘most everything
By the time
This life is through
But never,
Oh, my darling
Never
Ever
You…

© Janet Martin


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