Tuesday, August 27, 2013

time


time is not an endless resource
or a faithful friend
it is like the sunlight
she tries to grab
it slips through
marveling fingers, frustrated hands
i try to tell her it's not something you can hold
when it leaves
you can only remember it as
something
beautiful

Robert Mercer
5/30/72-8/27/07





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3 comments:

betsy said...

Thinking of you, Grace. xo

yamster said...

Hugs, Grace!

Susan J. Berger said...

Your words arrowed into my heart. It is a perfect expression of loss.
I wish you the joy of the good memorie alway. We only get to have them forever in our hearts.