Blending bitter and sweet memories, <br />The fleeting moments pass quickly, <br />Fall into the measureless depth of past. <br />Inspire or despond when are recalled, <br />Flow too rapid like hissing water, <br />Of the silent brimming river, <br />That mixes opaque into clear blue, <br />To be poured into the gapped ocean, <br />With spacious belly never to be filled. <br /> <br />The moments in hands are precious, <br />And if coated with good deeds, <br />Make the past sweet, worth recalling, <br />But heinous deeds make them sooty sable, <br />Imprinting dark indelible stamps, <br />Only the bright eyes can read well, <br />The impressions on the countenance, <br />And ascetic or diabolical signs, <br />When one is old and close to death.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fleeting-moments/
