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