Time wears on, never showing it's age, except in wrinkles upon aging skin.
Where are times of special quality hiding?
We seem to have misplaced them along with hopes and dreams once known.
Seeking treasures of youth in cobwebbed corners of past memories cannot bring the relief we need from old age and forgetfulness.
Life has somehow progressed while we weren't looking, and now we find only sadness from uncollected yearnings.
Empty bags lying wrinkled, wasted years and moments in our lives.
Picking up, collecting and folding them in bundles, set aside for the few possessions we'll leave after life has ended.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moments-in-life-3/
