March of Time
- Rhonda Jarvis
- Aug 23, 2017
- 1 min read
March of Time
Behold the marching of the minuscule gremlins
That snatch our very private moments
Our public moments are appropriated as well.
Looking back on instances of animation
The past progresses much more quickly than we like.
Hastily our offspring march with the gremlins
Leaving us with them in our recollections
Our memories of sweet moments, active and alive
Are joined with bitter memoirs that will not fade.
The relentless march sustained by the heavens
Undiscriminating and Indiscreet
We can not hold on to moments marching past
No recourse have we but to cherish
Treasure them, along the way.
Only they can be the constant companion
in the never ending march.
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