Time Poem by Constance Williams

Time.....

The greatest gift given that means more than money or anything one can ever give to another.

Like trapped photographs, they are nothing but fragments of moments linked together.

These are the things one remembers.

Those precious moments we can retrieve at any time, locked into our brains, transformed into memories forever.

The trick to it though is to trap as many of them as we can. For as people we encounter continue to slip from our grasp it gives us something to hold onto...