A speck of dust, just a trickle of water,
Soon would blow with the wind and dry into nothing.
Our time is now for we are a whisper wanting to be heard,
A short period for laughter, remembered for what we leave.
For so long has time existed, the world, the universe so large,
We are but a fragment, a particle of all that was created.
A moment in time was this gift we were given from god above,
A moment to see and love all there is to understand from this.
Where we go from here we shall not know, but hold no fear,
Like many fallen leaves from a tree, we are one, we disappear.
Keith Garrett
Oh to have those moments back. Compelling as always
Thank you for reading
On Tue, Jan 26, 2016 at 8:42 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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my pleasure
Thanks again
On Thu, Jan 28, 2016 at 7:57 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Reflective. We have to work now, while this breath remains….