Our Life Is Short Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Our life is short and fleeting
Like little flowers that fade
Fresh blooms at the morning
And at sunset, goodbyes made.
Time, it runs so fast
Living was like a dream!
Years are gone, they did not last
Just yesterday it seems.
Yet I look for tomorrow
When days no longer end with night
No tears cried for my sorrows
Blur the joy from my sight
Where peace engulfs the soul
And the Presence there assures
With Him at last I am whole
He is my eternal Treasure.

All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~11.08.13