The Flow Of Life Poem by Sandra Feldman

Sometimes,
The vital pain is such,
And hurts so much,
There is no place to hide,
And you cry,
As if the eye,
Were the torrent that magnifies,
Pain thru tears,
As Time embers the fading Past.

Our lives are like dried flowers,
That slowly lose their sun,
Searching the shadow cast,
By our dreams and hopes and fears,
Knowing that nothing in Life is certain,
But made up of some rare smiles and unshared tears.