It Keeps Passing By

by Lisa Santos

I thought that time could not follow..

But It chases me

In Moments that I thought I could hold onto

There they go

Slipping through crooked hands

All is not what it is supposed to be

……I’m smaller

Full of fears and years of tears

Mounds of sorrow,

Pain in eyes hopeful and pleading

As it comes to these

Longings

Missing innocence

And Strength

Missing days when I thought I could

Never reach this day

But it flows on by

Time with it’s hurried way

Making joys and shedding skins

It keeps on picking up speed, this phenomenon of time

Passing chances, passing life

Passing me by

It keeps passing me by

 

 

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