Thursday, February 12, 2015

Fleeting and finite the dregs of time

Great Grandma Daniels and her boys
Reservoir Hill, long long ago


Long ago when my heart was light,
When my hopes were high and my future bright,
The summer sun cast a glorious light
And the moonlight was kind and forgiving.

There my life was a joy to me.
I envisioned time as an endless sea,
Flowing on to eternity
And love came as easily as living.

Now each hour is a precious prize,
Lost to time as each minute flies,
Fleeting away now before my eyes,
Like the petals of last season’s flowers.

Gone today is the joy sublime;
Gone the sweet and melodious rhyme,
Fleeting and finite the dregs of time,
And the decades have dwindled to hours.

Shannon Thomas Casebeer

February 12, 2015

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