There are days when everything
we touch crumbles within our hands.
These are the days when we wish
time would rush on by.
However, it never seems to go that way.

There are days when we feel
by just reaching out we could touch the moon.
On these days, we want
the hours to drag on by.
However, they seem to rush passed too swiftly on their way.

27 September 2007

David Harris

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-are-days-4/