Sharing Life's Story

Sharing Life’s Story

Time spent with those you love,

Emotions lifted on wings of doves.

Can’t be measured or put in a box,

Nor kept in safes that are kept locked.

No, the life that we live here within this time,

Is numbered by clocks marked by chimes.

It’s in these moments between the passing hands,

That we garner all that we can making simple plans.

Then, once done with what we would proclaim,

Time takes it away from us, oh what a shame.

So I won’t continue to collect unto myself,

Things that will vanish from life’s invisible shelf.

The only thing that will outlast me or so I’ve been told,

Is the love I’ve shared from my youth until I’m old.

It’s funny how life moves along singing its song,

Telling me to partake of what’s freely given and move along.

For Astrid