Fleeting and finite the dregs of time

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