How do measure our lives? How do we remember those we love, in a world moving so fast, with so much information to keep track of, with so many events in so many places going on, with demands on our time, our bank accounts, and our emotions?
This poem is called “The Loves of Our Lives.” It was written to celebrate a mature couple’s anniversary. I am including only the first stanza here. The others will be put up over the next few days.
How do we measure the times of our lives? One year, it seems, moves into the next, and we make our plans and tackle our tasks, but can’t find the time to see where we stand; And yet we move forward, relentlessly forward, taking quick pictures to store in our minds for later remembrance of the times of our lives. (Copyright Daniel Mark Extrom 2009. All rights reserved.)
