Time
Slipping through my fingers
Like hourglass sands
Once to pass, never to return
Memories merely photographs;
I glance back at ribbons
Tied round fingers,
Quick thoughts of times once here
But all things fade and wither
Cycles of death take hold
And all is one day lost.
I ponder the question,
Weighing on those with recollections,
Do you remember how much
You've forgotten?