jim foulk

(july 7,1943 / des moines iowa)

A Moment in Time


A Time to live,
a time to die,
life is like a vapor
so short and swift.

A blink of an eye
and it is over
a moment in time
you were ten years old.

A moment in time, you
were living so carefree
a moment in time
now your worn out.

From childhood
to adulthood,
only a blink
of an eye.

A moment in time
thinking it would
last for all eternity, just a
vapor before your eyes.

A moment in time
as you look
at your life
of chances you had.

A moment in time
is now ending
as you lay on your
death bed and,

you wonder where
life vanished to
as you close
your eyes in death.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Edited: Thursday, February 10, 2011

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  • Roseann Shawiak (10/16/2013 3:07:00 AM)

    Very intense and so true, I was just a child yesterday myself. Can't believe how fast life has passed me by. Great poem, thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • David Harris (4/12/2007 3:10:00 PM)

    Jim, you say it so well how we all feel. One moment we are young, the next we are old and the next we are gone. A sad reflection on life, but a true one. Top Marks from me. Thanks for sharing it my friend.
    David (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (4/5/2007 2:19:00 AM)

    Wishing you many more moments in which to create fine poems like this one.
    Write on, Jim.

    As always,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Alison Cassidy (4/4/2007 11:10:00 PM)

    Jim, your poetry rings with truth - and this one is no exception. You tell the reader what they already know, but in such a way as to make it fresh and accessible. Birth to death in the twinkle of an eye. It can seem like a bad dream on a bad day - but on a good one, a joy and a delight. Thanks for this. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxx (Report) Reply

  • Marci Made (4/4/2007 4:07:00 PM)

    Great poem, you got everything right in here about time passing before we can blink.......Am not ready to die now but sure think of things flying by when another year is about to close and up we go, 'in number' only. I really enjoyed reading this. thanks~~~~~~~marci. :) (Report) Reply

  • Patti Masterman (4/4/2007 4:03:00 PM)

    So I'm not the only one who thinks this way. I still remember being
    eight years old, and thinking, the end of my life might seem a million
    miles away, but it's an illusion; and in the blink of an eye, it will suddenly
    seem to have all slipped away unnoticed, when I wasn't looking.
    A very intense poem. It's great. (Report) Reply

  • Duncan Wyllie (4/4/2007 1:47:00 PM)

    There is so much in the vapour of your poetry Jim, a clearing of the mist reveals
    A solid way with words
    All the best
    Love duncan X (Report) Reply

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