Great Grandma Daniels and her boys
Reservoir Hill, long long ago
FLEETING & FINITE
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