Passing Fancies Poem by Edwina Reizer

Passing Fancies



Passing fancys
never stay.
They just happen
then go away.
They're temporary
whims that flit.
A short entrancement
we permit
to come into our lives.

Passing fancies
attract the eye.
They linger a while.
Then they die.
When they come
you think they'll last
but pretty soon
they're in our past,
the past part of our lives.

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Edwina Reizer

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