And days of past are behind me.
And now, few thoughts about time from any1mark66, which is slipping away so rapidly.
Leaving behind nothing but memories which also fades away slowly down the road.
The pause before a sigh
The moment that lingers
Thoughts I wanted to cling
Emotions that should have countered
Snipets of memories
Collections of thoughts
Second hand sweeps them by
Calendar buries them quickly
When the afterglow fades
When the smiles straightens
I search so i’ll know next time
Left grasping sand as it slips away
What once was becomes golden
When is the riddle of the universe
I can remember or so I say
I can not place it in order
Doesn’t mean it didn’t happen
Could of happened, I think
Time is a young man’s game
It gets carried in baskets of hope
We sprinkle it about uncaring
One day we look back
Upon a fleeting path we came
Suddenly the basket has a bottom
We look to replace what was spent
Postcards left as mile markers
Recollections fill in gaps
But the image has lost it’s time
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What once was, is nothing but memory now!
So delicate and fragile but capable of holding a universe on itself!
Tears will always fall!
How many first times of your life do you remember?
Doesn’t sound too much if one takes embarks on a journey. But the big question: how is that journey? When will it end?
Life’s old chapters
Pops right in front
It started with a bang and it will end with a bang.
As I look back to years gone by, I only see memories of the past.