Everything is temporary.
Time is fugitive in nature
And my breath short and raspy
Beauty is ephemeral, youth is short-lived too
So is the smile in your eyes. 37 more words
My wife and I periodically enjoy strolling through an antique mall or antiquities shop. Neither of us are necessarily antique collectors but we enjoy the memories that come flooding back at us as we slowly walk down the aisles, admiring the collision of decades as if the memory makers were all thrown into an enormous bowl, vigorously stirred and tossed back on their shelves. 1,039 more words