Birthday Song for Teddy

for my son born 21 August 1990

Clutching a moment which could be the last
Since moments scrabble and dribble away
Like sand sifting through this glass of today
To join their fallen fellows in the past
Which were and are no more but had their say
And still remember what they might have been
Before and after left lonely between
I hide within my hand what cannot stay
An ice cube melting running down my wrist

Why must I be an existentialist?

+Steven Curtis Lance



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