Life happens so quickly, it seems,
That what was could be what one dreams.
A snapshot is proof of something that was,
But do we feel its touch because
We long for what could have been,
Yearn to do life over again?
Weddings, birthdays, first days of school,
Magic times when we played the fool,
Christmases blurred into one happy day-
Why did we not take time then to say
The things our hearts might have revealed?
And now in a simple snapshot is sealed
The truth that life doesn't stand still.
Beginnings find endings, mock our mortal will.
1999
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When reading this poem, the tune is very very sad and so full of melancholy. BUT you wrote an excellent poem! 5 Stars full on Top, Sir!