Poem: Might It Be Your Size?

 

MIGHT IT BE YOUR SIZE?

The past - 
It lives in each of us; 
Fills our veins with dust. 
Memories thrive as pixies might, 
Dance and sing by dusk. 

And time - 
Oh, time, that wicked thing
Which flies on through our eyes!
How do we fail to capture you?
Might it be your size? 

For life - 
All life, so fanciful, 
Is but a fleeting rhyme. 
We try to jig and seize the day, 
Yet that sun keeps passing by!

-Amber JoAnn