Even life’s best moments
Will eventually be
For all of our holding
But a memory
Moments of sorrow
Must have their day
But if there’s a tomorrow
It too passes away
I hold you to me
Knowing full well
Tis but a prelude
To farewell
J~
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Love the poem, but in a sad way… The words, I’d not want to consider while in the moment, while enjoying the dance.
ReplyDeleteThank-you Anthony...yes, so true! And, the end of one moment is but the beginning of another:)
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