In Our Lives
For the moments in our lives,
just as us, they're passing by.
A sound, a note, a song to sing.
The rose, the smell that flowers bring.
As in the sweet new air, in the season spring.
How sweet the smell of life.
How wonderful the blossoming of all that is new.
If only a moment of such bliss could be retained,
retained within the heart. Just as the heart strives
to hang on to that one more beat,
one more moment of life.
To strive, this does hold that bliss.
Just as I strive with these thoughts of mine,
I’ll strive with you, to share your time.
Just as the moments in our lives,
just like us, they're passing by.
P. J. Campise
