Though we push against the current
And we fight against the flow
It insists on moving forward
That is just the way life goes
Somehow on a rainy night
The truth is amplified
And there is no denying it
This life is a short ride
Each tender-twinkled moment
Is a drop in time’s vast sea
We cannot afford to waste
One mite; but taste it gratefully
It’s a forward facing journey
We cannot return to dance
In the repeat of one moment
Yet each is a second chance
To push against Time’s current
Is foolish futility
Life is but a flow of moments
To experience… thankfully
© Janet Martin
Yes, even the tumultuous tides of the teen-years pass far
too swiftly…
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