They're in bloom...bleeding hearts; the flowers that look like our hearts sometimes feel
because that's what time does.
The way it keeps us on our toes and makes us wipe our
eyes and nose
And takes all that we’ve got as we learn ‘that’s the way
time goes’
The way it twirls us ‘round like leaves spiraling to the
ground
While moments weave heart-harbored sheaves from fronds
of sight and sound
The way it startles us with years as what we hold soon
disappears
In tug of hug-wars as we bear the scars of smiles and
tears
The way it reaches through our youth with manners both
kind and uncouth
As it teaches time’s fundamental, unchangeable Truth
The way it wakes in us an urge, where past, present and
future merge
In melodies that surge through us in sentimental dirge
© Janet Martin
It's the time when another school year has or is winding down and with it the startling
re-awareness of the fleetness of Time!
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