It must be so
Life’s letting go
Torments and teases
Our clutch
I hold you near,
Somehow a year
Is fleeting
As a stranger’s touch
When we were young
Time pleased our tongue
In dreams beyond
Our innocence
We didn’t know
Life’s letting go
Falls in swift,
Keen deliverance
It must be so
The ebb and flow
Of moments yield
Both joy and woe
Gifting our reach
They gently teach
Us to hold on
While letting go…
© Janet Martin
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