life is just a blink of the eye
one moment your here then your gone
one day your sweet 16 you go to bed and awaken at 60 with life regrets and the question what if

we are but a breath on the wind of change a grain of sand on the beach to be turned and tossed by the ocean we call life

we are searching for our one true dream our one true answer our one true thrill but does it ever come so on we go searching searching till time has passed but in the blink of a eye and we can do no more
our bodies are slow and weak our minds alert and still thinking the way we did at 16, 21 , 31 but we can do no more

we dream of the days of the touch of another a stranger a lover we dream of the days we had thrills beyond compair buterflies in our stomachs our breaths heavy with the sights and smell of each new thrill and our bodies fit firm and able to respond to each new calling

life is but a blink of an eye one moment we are here then we are gone a tear shed by a child who knows not why a whisper of hello then goodbye
a name a past a smile all gone
we are just a breath on the wind

life is too short its over to soon enjoy for today, for tomorrow it will be gone

 

© Tina March