There are days when everything <br />we touch crumbles within our hands. <br />These are the days when we wish <br />time would rush on by. <br />However, it never seems to go that way. <br /> <br />There are days when we feel <br />by just reaching out we could touch the moon. <br />On these days, we want <br />the hours to drag on by. <br />However, they seem to rush passed too swiftly on their way. <br /> <br />27 September 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-are-days-4/
