Slipping through my fingers

time keeps on slippin', slippin'...

Time is like rain

No not rain

Snow

Our moments falling all around us

Each so unique and different

When you reach out your hand to grasp it

You’re only left with the cold

Wet afterthought

And as time slips through our fingers

We realize we can do nothing to stop its falling

But sit and admire its beauty

Author's Note

Inspired by the monologue at the end of the series "Haunting of Hill House"

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Very nice philosophical work here. I have never seen snowflakes used as a metaphor for passing time. The last three lines offer an upbeat view of how to deal with it, something few of us have mastered. Well done.

[Abby L.]

Thank you!