Slowing Time
The Hourglass of time has sands that flow Days and hours fly by and before we know Childhood is but a memory that fades with each day And we forget the pleasures of simple play We stress and we strain pulling to make ends meet And forget those sands pass through on wings so fleet The simple pleasures could not possibly be so free There must be "details", "shoulds" , "coulds", and " have to's" That we just don't see Yet the bottom line is that only by sharing Will the sands slow and keep us caring Lynda Leigh (c) 1995 Back Next Back to my poetry page