Five Minute Friday: Grasp

On Fridays we scribble along with the nice folks at Five Minute Friday.  Here's the latest as it rolled out of my exhausted brain:

I grasp at them.

The grains of time's sandglass

barely slow down as they

sift through my winnowing fingers.

They are the moments of my existence,

and I feel them slipping away

into the ocean of memories

that is my past.

They join other memories

making eddies of sorrow and joy,

and when I dip my hand

in that maelstrom,

I cannot retrieve joy without sorrow.

But, along with with sorrow

are the grains of joy.

So should I live that,

when my aged mind begins

to drown in the sea of memories,

the sorrow is but a small eddy

in a joyful ocean.

Starting today.

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