i let the water
from the faucet
run
into my cupping hands
and it occurs to me
it is like trying to grasp
the years flowing
by in
lukewarmness and
just as i
can not hold it
so it slips
until i cup my hands
again
and let it spill
over.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Or so it seems to me.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Good analogy Jon I can't hold either for long. Well done
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