Forgotten - 2010/09/07

Grains of sand are slipping
Hurtling through the hourglass
No matter how tightly I grasp
Soon these moments will pass
Once here now lost then gone
Memories of pleasure and pain
No longer welcome to persist
Just like tears lost in rain
Even if I could freeze time
There is no pause only delay
For inevitable rite of passage
As night gives way to today
So speak your words of solace
Though they will be forgotten
Keep plucking out the grains
Never let that hope go rotten

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