Fleeting Time

Sweet Spring just knocked upon my door
And now it is mid-July.
I'm jealous of each passing hour
Since I told springtime good-bye.

Youth stays for just the shortest while
Until it's been claimed by age.
Before the last is written on
We have turned another page.

Time, the most precious gift we own,
Is grudgingly allotted.
The story of a life could end
Before it has been plotted.

No man is given enough days
That one day should be wasted.
No mattter quality of wine
If that wine is not tasted.

Now is the time of life when I
Appreciate the flavor
Of each day as it comes to me
Before it's gone forever.

By: Joyce 7/14/03