My elegy

Aa Harvey

My Elegy

 

 

What are we, but dust in the wind,

A single grain of sand, upon a beach.

The merest speck of light,

In the great sun's dazzling rays.

A mere moment, in eternity,

A mere second, in a life time.

 

 

For today we are here,

Then tomorrow we are gone.

So remember to live life to the fullest

And capture and taste every sweet moment.

For they are few and far between,

But we remember them, as remarkable things.

But unfortunately for us,

They don't happen very often.

 

 

(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

 

  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 20th, 2017 04:20
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments3

  • burning-embers

    There are those amongst us for whom they happen every day. I'm in your group tho and theyre few and far between. Makes them all the more special tho doesnt it.

    • Aa Harvey

      It certainly does...

      "Magic, moments,
      When two hearts are caring.
      Magic, moments,
      Memories we've been sharing.

      I'll never forget, the moment we kissed,
      The night of the hayride.
      The way that we hugged, to try to keep warm,
      While taking a sleigh ride.

      Magic moments...

      ...Time can't erase, the memory of,
      These magic, moments, filled with love..."

    • Accidental Poet

      Excellent write Aa.
      Bright moments to remember
      Mere flashes of light
      Born within the heart
      Forever held close and tight.

      • Aa Harvey

        Thank you.

        "Oh, misty eye of the mountain below.
        Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls
        And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke,
        Keep watching over Durin's sons...


        ...And I hope that you remember me."

        • Accidental Poet

          I remember you Aa, but I don't recall your quote. Very nice piece though.

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        • myself and me

          Today, I am so busy with "capture and taste sweet moment.", including right now.
          Thank you and love this one.

          • Aa Harvey

            Thank you.

            Sorry I didn't reply to this comment until now. I too have been very busy and I forgot to reply to this message earlier, although I do remember reading it when you first wrote it and it made me smile to know you were happy. I'm glad you are experiencing your sweet moments.

            This is an old poem I wrote a while ago,
            So here is an old song that I like...
            (Kurt Cobain used to be a Janitor in his old high school)...

            Plateau - Nirvana

            "Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau.
            Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know.
            Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand,
            To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands.

            There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
            And an illustrated book about birds.
            You see a lot up there, but don't be scared,
            Who needs action when you got words.

            When you've finished with the mop, then you can stop
            And look at what you've done.
            The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
            And the work it was fun..."



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