Passing

days pass by
too frequently
and like the blink
of an eye, forty
years has passed
and while we failed
to come to terms
with that...  another
twenty has slipped
between our legs
leaving us concerned
about tomorrow while
several more slip
through our fingers
as if we were trying
to hold the air...
and, in retrospect,
we always wonder
why we have done
what we did...  but,
it is said wherever
that it is never
too late to lament.

19jul13