Our Hour Glass

Time does not rhyme, Morning to Night

Follow each other too swift

From sight and far too soon

The afternoon of

Twenty years just

Disappears

Where once

Deceived, we

Believed

Twenty years

To be

An eternity

But now

We see

Though

Murkily

That

Twenty years

Just

Disappears

What good

To mourn

Or gaze

Forlorn

At what we

Did or didn’t do

One thing I know, I love you

 So with all my heart though

Twenty years just disappears

For love it seems barely a start

© Janet Martin

In a few hours Melissa will turn twenty...how can it be?!