My, My, How Soon a Life...

My, my, how soon an hour

Doth its flower unfold

How swift the halo of dawn’s gift

Is snuffed to Bygone’s hold

 

My, my, how soon a day

Its ether splay adheres

Its gold and gray, its toil and play

To graven yester-years

My, my how soon a year

Turns hello to goodbye

How subtle is the purple dusk

That cups its pleading sigh

My, my, how soon the air

Giddy with girlhood dream

Scatters fond tatters on a stair

Of thought and prayer requiem

My, my, how soon the splurge

Of living’s surge is quaffed

How soon the dust reclaims its Must

And soul returns to God

...My, my, how soon the sun
Climbs latticework of trees
And what we thought had just begun
Has become Memories

© Janet Martin