grains of sand
falling through
our grasping fingers...

a dandelion held
up in the wind,
blown away in a moment.

a collection of photographs,
black and white, some
in color... put away in a box.

the strike of a match,
a quick blaze in the darkness,
lost in the black womb...

of eternity!

Eric Cockrell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-for-jim-troy/