yesterday, today and tomorrow <br />borrowed, not ours.... <br />seeking life and it's promise <br />while we coast along it's roads <br />feeling invincible until we stumble or fall <br />looking for endearment in the eyes of the soul <br />trusting hearts at times get fooled <br /> <br />love letters somehow fade with time <br />as the words whispered sweetly pass <br />from our ears yet stay deep within our minds <br />softly in tune with a beating heart <br />become parched as a victorian valentine <br /> <br />time steals the vanity, with wrinkles and weight <br />yet somewhere embodied warmth of beauty lingers in a desirable heart <br />looking through eyes, longing to catch a glimmer of that time of laughter <br />on a first date <br /> <br />the clock of seasons out run us, for the second hand slowly makes it's round <br />to leave the heart breathless and close the eyes with a blink <br />then the skin becomes like porcelain, as the mortician paints our face.<br /><br />Myrtle Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-1033/
