Where does a lifetime go?

It sneaks away so silently,

We scarcely know it is going.

It is like a wide river flowing swiftly and silently,

It flows past and we scarcely know it is flowing.

A moment of life:

A flitting shadow

Casting itself on the middle ground of time,

That ghostly compromise of past and future,

Here and gone with only the memory to convince us of its reality.





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~1962, St. Louis, Missouri, USA

Copyright 1997 by Rodney W. Jenkins, Glendale, California. Unauthorized duplication or use is a violation of applicable federal laws.