12 To 45 Poem by raquel stevenson

I was considering today all the years I have written poems and such.
I wish I had them all to sum up my life,
But alas,
They along with some pieces of my life,
Have been scattered to the wind and engulfed in some land-fill.
Not to be remembered.
Altho, I do recall the first thing I ever wrote.
'Time'
A 12 yearolds thoughts on a ticking clock.
That as a moment passes, it will never be regained.
At 45, I am still searching out that 'now'.
To capture all that is possible in the moment that is ticking by