Life

Is nothing more
Than these moments in time
That we remember
And hold
Like a hungry child
Waiting for more
While most of it passes us by
Weeding out
Or choosing to ignore
What truly defines what we are
Then by choice
Or age
We lose our memories
And like sand falling through
Clutching fingers
We struggle to hold onto what we have lost
Only to find we lose ourselves
In a slow process of
Time

~Mike Searles