Passing Time:

by Scott Cole   May 7, 2017


Precious and priceless
Yet tender and frail,
Jammed packed memories
Foot printed trails.

Breath of fresh air
A good beating heart,
Colorful little thoughts
That never will part.

Birthdays and seconds
And being blessed,
Mix all of that together
With not one single regret.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Kereen

    Awesome poem

    • 7 years ago

      by Scott Cole

      Thanks hey read my poem Mr Ripples Golden rule...u will laugh ur ads off