Posted on September 22, 2011


To be realistic,

It’s often said:

One hundred years,

Will see us all dead,

Yet we lie,

We cheat,

We steal,

 Though only from ourselves,

– We’ve forgotten how to feel.


Life is brief,

It’s passing by,

Each fleeting moment,

So why not try?


Time only moves forwards,

Casting memories in its track,

Escape its torment,

Leap and don’t look back.


© A. A. Trivedi

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