Everything is always slipping
slowly quickly like vapors of life
people who slip in and out
hours that slip slow and fast
Children that grow into men
time has no meaning
it’s just a human measure
because everything is still slipping
In constant motion our lives
always moving forward
everything slipping
while we stand and watch
To remember that we die only once
yet live every day
do so before all we know
is slipping away
Deborah Horton Writing 