Sunday, August 3, 2014

My, My



My, my, we sigh ‘how time does fly’
How seamlessly the years slip by
Why did we grow oh, so, so slow
When we were kids; before we slid
Onto that grid of getting old
And how did we get here so fast?
Of short-sighted future and far-sighted past


My, my, we say, ‘how soon another day
Is done away; the gold and gray
Meet in the melting pot of yesterday
And all that we can keep of it
Are memories of what we did
I hope, as we sense Time’s sweet lenience fade
We say my, my but *what a lot of love we made

© Janet Martin

*lest there be any confusion, the writer is speaking of Love.


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