Time

by Leia Owen

It seems the worst memories will always persist,
Yet the good ones are what we should hold onto.
We must know when it's best to just leg go,
For it is true that all things fade through time.
Thought they can consume us, we must resist;
At least, until the our last days are through.

Time is fleeting, just like the birds with their feathers,
Gliding through air until they are wet and broken.
Our memories, too, may fly on from time to time.
We must not let our pasts persist and break our wings,
Thinking of the future, too, a sure waste of ages.
You must turn from the clock and live for here and now.