Once upon a time they seemed, it seemed
Bold hindrance twixt present and future-dream
Now these diamonds, strung into the mist
Flaunt their transience dissolved when kissed
How is it that I, when I was young
Pranced over their worth, soft, silver-strung
Now, foolishly though I grope and I reach
All I can touch is the lessons they teach
© Janet Martin
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