Poems by me

a passing moment

I have come to the realisation

That most of those around me

Will not see me grow old

Those who have seen me grow up

Shall not see my skin wrinkle

Or my hair turn grey

They will not see me when i wilt

Those who held my hand when i took my first breath, my first step

They will not be there to hold my hand during my last step

Or my last breath

Those people are my entire life

And they are still only a passing moment in it.