Time flies, we whisper
Then turn to the moments at hand softly drifting
For these are love’s milestones in the making
Time flies, we lament
Yet we cannot afford to mourn too long
For soon these moments will tune yesterday’s song
Time flies, we sigh
Treasuring its bittersweet agonies
As we hold the mold of tomorrow’s memories
Time flies, we agree
As we join the ranks that murmured it too
Walking in their footprints where the old is new
© Janet Martin
I love watching the kids discover age-old truths; then I
realize that we as parents are also discovering what our own parents could not
make us understand when we were young as
they would caution us to choose wisely and well who and what we serve for this
life is short!
Inspired as I read this.
Inspired as I read this.
Indeed time flies....once we are kids and our parents used to tell us all and now we are in their shoes...well written poem...
ReplyDelete