Life goes on….
Like a carousel.
The days, into months, into years.
And finally; ready or not:
Life’s fleeting hours.
Sand: Through the hourglass.
Sun: Warming the dial.
lived, used up, never regained.
No dress rehearsal.
We do our best.
Sometimes our worst.
With thought to time passing; perhaps not.
Milestones and mishaps.
Strides and stumbles along the way.
Life’s brevity brought to mind.
When loved ones leave.
And leave us behind.
But only for that moment.
Reminded of our own.
So limited and precious measure of Time.
“The Fleeting Hours” © 2008 Geraldine Hartman
Photo: Courtesy of Flickr
Written for today’s OSI prompt- Transience