There are days when everything
we touch crumbles within our hands.
These are the days when we wish
time would rush on by.
However, it never seems to go that way.
There are days when we feel
by just reaching out we could touch the moon.
On these days, we want
the hours to drag on by.
However, they seem to rush passed too swiftly on their way.
27 September 2007
There are only 24 hours in each day. Unfortunately I wish that today had MORE hours in it because I have so much to do... Nice poem, David. Love, Fran xxx
this poem is so true..on the best days i want it to go on forever..and the bad days i wish i could close my eyes then when i open them it would be gone...but its not....i really enjoyed your poem
when no one in this world understands me, everything i do just turns out wrong.. Thats an old song for me, david...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the way you pick up on these little instances of truth and form them into a thought-provoking poem. t x