What was misplaced has been found.
The year has slipped away,
disappearing like tears in the desert
or the froth on a wave.
Try as I might I cannot hang onto
more than a moment here or there,
and even those moments grow dim
with the shortened days.
Never was age pondered while young.
All life was in the future.
The future was forever.
Forever has disappeared, leaving in its place
days and hours to be counted and regretted
as they vanish without notice,
never to be retrieved or relived.
Just hold on,
feel the sand slipping through,
but hold on to each grain
as hard as you can.
