Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Poem: The past is gone

Motion of powerlessness is like poison to the soul.
To try deeper and harder than you've ever tried before.
To take that step you've never dared to take.
Yet...wait...why haven't I tried this yet?
Days come and evenings go.
The next time I turn around, ten years have passed.
Time is precious.
We need to appreciate now because we will never be here again.
Once today is gone, it's gone forever-lost in the distant past.
Time fades, yet memories remain.
Cherish them because they are all you'll ever have.

Writen by me (Heather)February 2009

1 comment:

Catherine said...

Very nice poem. Insightful and so true!