Saturday, April 12, 2014

Cookie Jar

Cookie Jar

The years  like cookies  from  a jar
are consumed without thought we
move through  the days and nights
half of each lost to sleep pass more
quickly than the days spent in want-
ing are marked by motion devoid of
meaning  defines  the madness  that
is this life  often  not  savored  until
the years like cookies from a jar are
almost gone



Claudia said...

carpe diem comes to my mind... i have yet to learn a great deal when it comes to this... making progress though... happy new year steve..

Eden Baylee said...

Just wonderful. Says so much in so little.